So begins a glossy little note inside the latest mailing for someone named Charles Harrison who must have lived at this address once upon a time. He apparently gave money to many causes (as I’ve noted before, though in the past, choosing not to give his name, and now thinking, ‘what harm could it do?’ Perhaps someday he’ll stumble on my blog and see that I’ve been receiving mail for him, all of it solicitations from charities far and wide. This one is from Navajo Nation, of which Chance is a member.
What a great name! Who of us, from time to time, doesn’t feel like our name is Chance?
Chance is a recent college graduate with a degree in Kinesiologya and is an apsiring Doctor of Physiotherapy and a first generation college student. There’s nice color picture of him, smiling, with a beautiful Navajo blanket slung over his shoulder. He looks like a great person.
The appeal is from the American Indian College Fund.
Maybe I should send them a few bucks.
But if I responded and contributed to every solicitation received in absentia (or, sadly maybe even posthumously) by Charles Harrison, I’d go broke.
So be it. Congratulations, Chance. Peace to you, Charles Harrison, wherever you are. I may only be able to stand in for you with prayers – for you and Chance, whose appeal I received — by chance.
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