Two Christmas’ ago, we got so many presents for lulu, and she was in a wheelchair could not even open anything.
I could not in a good conscience keep them. Not only were they a painful reminder, but I knew that there were children who would love them. I found a woman who drives toys and supplies to Tijuana to the poor—they are absolutely the poorest of the poor and live less than an hour away from all wealth and abundance. These children quite literally live in a dump.
Well I completely forgot all about it.
in cleaning out my desk today, I found this letter:
So if you see a stuffed animal in one of these photos that you gave to Sweet Little Lulu, please know that not only were we grateful for your showering affection, but also that some little child who needs it much more is hopefully still enjoying it :-)