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The Gift of 60

Have you ever heard a man talk about how long he thinks he will live based on the age his father died? I certainly have. In fact, I heard my dad do it for years. Men who lose their fathers often keep one eye on the calendar. As they approach the age their dad was when he died, they naturally begin to wonder what lies ahead.

However, I had never heard a woman talk that way. Until now. My mom died at the age of 60. This past week I turned 60. To say that number hasn’t been on my mind would be a lie. For years, I thought this was something only men did. Then suddenly, I found myself standing at the exact age where my mother’s story ended. That realization has stayed with me and made this birthday sit a little different.

Looking Back

When my mom died, I was only 35 years old. At the time, she didn’t seem old at all. She was a grandmother to three children and was eagerly awaiting the arrival of a fourth grandchild. More importantly, she was thriving.

Joy followed my mother everywhere. She laughed easily, loved deeply, and shared wisdom without ever preaching. Most of all, she had reached a wonderful season of life where she was finally doing what she wanted to do. By then, worries had loosened their grip.

The children were grown. Financial concerns had settled down. Other people’s opinions mattered less. Instead, she focused on what brought her happiness: traveling, working, spending time with friends, and loving her grandchildren. In short, it was finally her time.

Now that I have arrived at this same age, I finally understand what she was feeling. I especially miss her this birthday.

When Time Feels Different

Women spend so much of their lives caring for others. First come the children. Then there are spouses, careers, friendships, volunteer commitments, and eventually aging parents. Meanwhile, the years seem to move faster and faster.

Before long, you wake up and realize you are 60. Something shifts. Suddenly, time feels a little more precious. An alarm bell quietly rings somewhere in the distance. As a result, you start asking different questions.  How many more chances will I have to ski, hike, travel, laugh, and explore?

Perhaps that is why turning 60 feels different. It isn’t really about the number. Instead, it is about recognizing that time is a gift. I am reminded of that old soap opera opening: “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”

At this stage, there is clearly less sand in the top half than there is in the bottom. Therefore, paying attention feels more important than ever.

Choosing Adventure

Age isn’t a number. Rather, age is an attitude. Even more than that, age is energy.

Each day gives us a choice. We can stay comfortable, or we can keep growing. We can sleep in, or we can get up before sunrise and walk with friends. We can avoid risk, or we can choose adventure. Unfortunately, comfort can quietly become a habit.

Even after tearing my calf while skiing this year, I still cannot wait to get back on a mountain. Recovery has been slow. Some days have been frustrating. Nevertheless, I would rather risk getting hurt doing something I love than spend my life sitting on the sidelines. That choice matters.

Interestingly, my mother lived the same way.

Whether it was walking the Rose Bowl with girlfriends at dawn, swimming in a cold lake, or saying yes to another trip, she kept choosing life. While many people slow down, she leaned in. As a result, she showed all of us what was possible.

Walking With My Mom

I spent ten days walking the Camino de Santiago. Throughout the journey, thoughts of my mother were never far away. In fact, I felt her presence almost every day.

During difficult climbs, I thought about her strength. Whenever my legs were tired, I imagined her cheering me forward just as she always had. Because of that, the trip became far more than a physical journey. It became a gift.

Perhaps the cord between parent and child is never truly cut. Even after death, something remains. Love remains. Memory remains. Connection remains. As I walked through Portugal and Spain, that connection felt stronger than ever. Although she was not physically beside me, I felt her encouragement in countless moments.

Without question, that was one of the greatest gifts of turning 60.

The Gift Is This

After all the reflection, the lesson feels surprisingly simple:

Live.

Not someday. Not when the timing is better. Not when the to-do list is finished.

Live now.

Feed your soul. Nurture your spirit. Call the friend. Take the trip. Watch the hummingbird. Eat the good bread. Furthermore, don’t rush through the small moments. Enjoy the blue sky. Listen to the song you love. Savor a great conversation. Laugh a little longer than necessary.

Those gifts are all around us.

Unfortunately, we are all moving too fast to notice. The Camino reminded me to slow down. It taught me to listen more carefully, notice more deeply, and appreciate more fully. Although daily life makes that harder, the lesson remains the same.

Slow down. Pay attention. Find joy. Choose gratitude. Most importantly, choose life.

My mother’s journey ended at 60. Mine feels like it is just beginning.

As I step into this new decade, I am not focused on how much sand remains in the hourglass. Instead, how I want to make every grain count. Because if turning 60 has taught me anything, it is this: Life is precious and life is short. Joy is available, if we look for it. And every single day is an invitation to fully live. The choice is ours….

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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The Journey Ahead

Walking Into 60

For the past few months, I honestly wasn’t sure what this summer would look like. After my ski accident in February, life suddenly became much smaller. There were surgeries, crutches, a boot, physical therapy appointments, and countless frustrating moments simply trying to do the basic things we all take for granted. As a result, my world slowed down in ways I never expected. When you go from moving freely through life to struggling to take a single step, perspective changes quickly.

That is why preparing to leave for the Camino feels emotional in ways I never anticipated.

In just a few days, I will head to Portugal with dear friends to begin walking the Camino de Santiago as part of celebrating my 60th birthday. Even writing those words feels surreal. Only a few months ago, I couldn’t walk at all. Now, however, I am preparing to walk one of the world’s most historic pilgrimage routes one step at a time. Honestly, it feels like such a gift.

The Journey Ahead

For centuries, pilgrims from around the world have walked the Camino searching for something meaningful. Some walk for healing, while others seek faith, clarity, forgiveness, adventure, or transformation. Along the way, each traveler carries their own burdens, hopes, questions, and stories.

Lately, people keep asking me what I am hoping to find on this journey.

The truth is, I’m not walking in search of anything.

Instead, I hope to simply be present enough to receive whatever the journey wants to offer. Somewhere along the road between Portugal and Spain, between quiet mornings and aching feet, between laughter with friends and moments of silence, I trust there will be lessons waiting.

After all, life teaches us when we slow down enough to listen.

Perhaps that is why the Camino has drawn people in for generations. In a world that constantly tells us to hurry, produce, achieve, and consume, the Camino invites something entirely different. Walk slowly. Carry only what you need. Notice the people beside you. Pay attention to the beauty around you. Trust the next step.

There is something deeply beautiful about that rhythm.

As I stand on the edge of turning 60, I realize this season of life may be inviting the same thing. Less rushing and more presence. Less proving and more gratitude. Less noise and more purpose.

Lessons From Recovery

Without question, these past few months have reminded me repeatedly that health is not something to take for granted. In addition, community matters deeply. Purpose matters too. During difficult moments, you quickly discover who truly shows up for you.

Some people text encouragement. Others pray faithfully. Many bring meals, offer support, or simply remind you not to give up. Throughout this recovery, I have felt incredibly carried by love.

At the same time, another unexpected gift arrived this week that left me emotional in the very best way.

The Charity Matters Podcast was recognized by Million Podcasts in multiple national rankings for 2026:
#7 Best Charity Podcast in the United States
#15 Best Philanthropy Podcast
#44 Best Nonprofit Podcast

Additionally, the podcast was recognized in categories focused on changemakers, social impact, advocacy, kindness, nonprofit leadership, and philanthropy.

Gratitude For This Community

When I first started Charity Matters all those years ago, my only hope was to shine a light on good people doing extraordinary things to help others. Back then, I never imagined where this journey would lead. More importantly, I could never have imagined the incredible community that would grow from it.

According to Million Podcasts, their rankings are based on audience engagement, consistency, authority within the space, ratings, reviews, and podcast activity. Behind every one of those statistics are real people. More specifically, all of you.

Many of you listen faithfully each week.
Others generously share stories and encourage friends to tune in.
Still more continue showing up because you believe kindness matters and goodness matters. Because of this community, we continue putting more good into the world together.

That recognition felt like the most beautiful early birthday gift because it reminded me that this work matters. Stories matter. Encouragement matters. Service matters. Most importantly, goodness matters.

Buen Camino

As I head off toward Portugal and begin walking into this next decade of life, my heart is filled with gratitude. Gratitude for healing. Gratitude for friendship. Gratitude for this beautiful community. Most of all, gratitude for every lesson these difficult months have brought.

Although I don’t know exactly what the Camino will teach me yet, I do know this: life itself is a pilgrimage. In one way or another, we are all walking each other home.

If I have learned anything over these past sixty years, it is that the journey becomes infinitely more meaningful when we walk it with love, purpose, faith, and kindness.

I promise to share more reflections when I return.

Until then…Buen Camino.

Charity Matters

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Progress not perfection: A 2026 Progress Report

 

At the beginning of this year, I shared something very personal with you. I shared my dreams for 2026 and my commitment to making this year different. Not because last year was bad, but because sometimes life calls us to step forward more intentionally. And as I approach a milestone birthday, turning sixty next month, I knew deep down that I wanted to close out this decade with purpose, courage, and a little bit of adventure.

So today is simply a progress report.

Since July of 2011, you have walked alongside me on this journey through Charity Matters. You have been my sounding board, my encouragement, my accountability partners, and quite honestly, my inspiration. When I wrote my Dreams for 2026 post, it felt a bit like standing at the edge of a new chapter. I wasn’t entirely sure what it would look like, but I knew that if I was going to dream big, I needed to act.

The first promise I made to myself this year was to grow. To do something that scared me and stretched me in ways that show vulnerability. For me, that meant committing to something that both excites and terrifies me…..public speaking. I like to talk and maybe a little too much sometimes. While I do speak to nonprofit groups, leadership conferences, and audiences who care deeply about service. I really want to improve, to refine the message and  become a better storyteller.

In February, I committed to taking a public speaking class. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to get better. I wanted to sharpen the message of service that has changed my life and that sits at the heart of Charity Matters. I wanted to better craft the stories that remind people that helping others is not just something nice to do, it is often the very thing that heals us.

Each week in class we work on refining stories, clarifying our message, and identifying the tools we can give an audience so that they leave not only inspired but empowered to act. It has been challenging and invigorating all at the same time. Some days I leave feeling confident, other days humbled, but every week I know I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Because if we believe in growth, we have to be willing to do the work.

Like many of us, I set great New Year’s goals around health and fitness.  I had big plans…exercise, strength, preparation for the adventures ahead. And like so many things in life, those plans hit a bit of a detour. Right now, instead of running around at full speed, I find myself learning to walk again since my ski accident in February. The crutches are gone and now replaced with a cane.  This was certainly not part of the plan. In fact, if I’m honest, it has been a lesson in patience and humility. But as we all know, the best laid plans sometimes take their own path.

Healing takes time, and perhaps this is simply a reminder to slow down and listen to the body as much as the heart. There hasn’t been much choice.  I have been working so hard in physical therapy because I have had a clear goal for healing and regaining strength for what lies ahead. And what lies ahead is something I am incredibly excited about.

This year, in celebration of turning sixty, a group of friends and I will be traveling to Spain to walk the Camino de Santiago together. If you have ever dreamed about walking the Camino, you know that it is more than just a physical journey. It is a pilgrimage. One that offers reflection, friendship, laughter, and a chance to reconnect with what matters most.

Until recently, it was a little unclear if I would be able to make it. Doctors said that I am good to go. As a result, I have been working so hard physically to rehab. This trip is the result of one of the best decisions  made this year  which was scheduling our fun first. Instead of waiting for the calendar to magically create space for joy, we put it there ourselves. We made the commitment to adventure, to friendship, and to celebration. Now life is simply filling in the cracks around those moments. And honestly, that might be one of the biggest lessons of this year so far.

Too often we plan work first and hope life fits in somewhere later. This year we flipped that script. We planned the joy, the connection,  the memories and the rest will come. So while the year is only mid way through, I can say this much:  this year has tested me in ways I have not been tested before. Growth is happening. Dreams are moving. Healing, physical therapy and training are all underway. And adventure is on the horizon.

Most importantly, I am reminded once again that dreams don’t come true simply because we write them down. They come to life because we take small, brave steps toward them each day. Thank you for continuing to walk this journey with me. As always, your encouragement reminds me that none of us dream alone.

And if the first few months of this year are any indication, 2026 is going to continue to test me and to stretch me.  Here is to hoping that we all come out stronger on the other side!

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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I’ve been thinking…

“I’ve been thinking…”

My husband believes those are three very dangerous words. Perhaps he’s right. Over the past few months being unable to walk, being sick, and being tested……I’ve had more time than usual to sit with my thoughts. Life has felt like a funnel, with so much pouring in and only a slow drip coming out the other end.

Lately, it feels as if I’ve been placed in the observation chair and told to sit, listen, and take everything in. No driving, no constant motion…..just observing.  This is unfamiliar territory.

Normally, I’m in the driver’s seat, pedal to the metal, moving full speed ahead. What I’m beginning to understand is that when you move that fast, it’s almost impossible to truly see or hear what’s around you.

From Full Speed to Stillness

Recently, life has gone from sixty to zero.

This season has become a lesson in patience, in slowing down, and in surrender. Accepting help has not come easily. That delicate line between independence and dependence feels thinner than ever.Asking for help feels vulnerable. It stretches every part of who I think I am.

And yet…

Kindness has met me at every turn. Strangers hold doors as I navigate on crutches. Friends show up with meals. Messages, check-ins, and small gestures appear daily, each one meaningful. Being on the receiving end of so much generosity has filled me with gratitude. More than that, it has renewed my belief in humanity.

When we slow down enough, goodness becomes impossible to miss.

When You Can’t Speak, You Listen

One of the greatest lessons during this time has been learning to listen. Not just to my body, but to everything happening around me.

Last week, I collapsed and ended up in the ER. I’m fine now, so no need to worry. Still, the experience left a lasting imprint. As paramedics loaded me into the red truck, everything became blurry. Awareness faded in and out. By the time we reached the emergency room, I couldn’t open my eyes or speak but I could hear everything.

What I heard is something I cannot stop thinking about.

The Woman Behind the Curtain

Inside the ER, doctors and nurses moved quickly around me. Their voices blended into a steady rhythm of urgency and care. Beyond the curtain next to me, another story quietly unfolded.

The patient beside me was an elderly woman. From her voice alone, I could sense her grace, her precise words  and her calm tone. The doctor explained that she needed surgery immediately. Then came a simple question: “Who can we call?”

Silence followed.

After a moment, she said she needed time to think. Gently, she explained that her concern wasn’t who to call. Instead, she worried about who would take care of her cat. My heart broke.

As the doctor and nurse reviewed forms, I could hear her discomfort. Pain slipped through her voice as she responded. A single thought kept repeating in my mind: Who is helping her? Wanting to speak, to advocate, to do something….I couldn’t. Tears streamed down my face as I listened.

A Life of Order, A Moment of Uncertainty

Soon, a social worker arrived. Questions began about the cat….its age, food, medications, and care instructions. Each answer came with remarkable clarity and detail. The woman described exactly where everything was and how it all worked.

Impressed, the social worker commented on her organization. With quiet pride, the woman replied,
“Of course there is a system for everything. I would like you to know, young lady, that I was a librarian for over forty years. Everything has a system.”

In that moment, I could see her clearly. Her life, her order, her independence and her dignity. Still, one question would not leave me…

Who would take her home after surgery?
Was there anyone to check in on her ?
Who would care for her?

The Questions That Stay With Us

That moment has stayed with me. It returns in quiet spaces and unexpected pauses. Beneath it all lies a deeper question:

How does someone end up alone?

Human beings aren’t meant to live in isolation. We are wired for connection, built for community, and designed to belong. But over time, however, connections fade. People move. Life shifts. Loss enters. Gradually, sometimes without notice, the circle grows smaller. Eventually, it can become just one person… and a beloved cat… facing a moment no one should face alone.

The Power of Asking and Receiving

Here is what I keep coming back to and what is dropping out of the funnel. The power of asking for help… and the power of connection. These two forces are deeply intertwined.

During this season, asking for help has stretched me in ways I never expected. What I’ve discovered is that asking doesn’t weaken us but rather it creates space for others to step in with love. Offering help matters just as much. Noticing someone. Reaching out. Showing up before the need is spoken.

Because not everyone can ask.

What We Can Do

So what do we do with this awareness? We reach out, we check in and  we build connection before we need it.  Then we step into someone else’s world when they do. Notice the neighbor you haven’t seen in a while. Call the friend who has gone quiet. Offer to pick up groceries, share a meal, or simply sit and listen.

Connection begins with small choices. Every act of kindness, no matter how simple, carries weight. Sometimes, those small acts are the difference between someone feeling invisible… and someone feeling seen.

A Final Thought

I don’t know what happened to the woman behind the curtain. Whether someone showed up for her. If her cat was cared for. Or whether she had someone waiting on the other side of surgery. What I do know is this:

She changed me.

That moment reminded me that life isn’t about constant motion or endless productivity. True meaning often reveals itself when we pause long enough to notice others. Maybe my husband is right…” I’ve been thinking” can be dangerous.

Because once awareness begins, it doesn’t stop. Once you truly see… you cannot unsee. And what becomes clear is this: We need each other. Always.

In the end, the smallest act of kindness may simply be making sure someone knows they are not alone.

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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March Madness 2026

March Madness means different things to different people. For some, it’s brackets, buzzer beaters, and the annual belief that this is finally the year their alma mater goes all the way. For others, it’s an Irish-infused celebration of green everything and wondering if corned beef is actually delicious or we’ve just convinced ourselves it is.

In our house? March is a full-contact sport of a different kind.

For 31 years, March has meant three sons, three birthdays, three cakes and enough candles to trigger the smoke alarm. It means springtime peeking around the corner, daffodils doing their thing, and the sacred family ritual of our March Madness  celebration. It’s a month of joy, fun, and often spring skiing because nothing says “let’s celebrate life” like strapping skis to your feet and launching yourself down a frozen mountain.

Speaking of launching oneself down a mountain.

Last week, my husband and I were lucky enough to spend three magical days skiing in one of our favorite places. A dear friend generously loaned us her home, and for a few blissful days, we skied and skied and skied. Blue skies. Crisp air. That satisfying crunch of snow under your skis. It was the kind of weekend that makes you feel 25 again.

Until it wasn’t.

You know how the last run of the day is always “just one more”? The victory lap. The grand finale. The triumphant glide into après-ski glory? Yes. That run.

I was following my husband who, as usual, was far ahead of me when I noticed that the center of the trail was filling with little ones zig-zagging their way down the mountain. It was icy and crowded. So, I confidently decided to move to the left side of the run into the shadier part of the slope.

It seemed like a brilliant plan…..Until I skied off a three-foot drop I didn’t see because of the shade and that charming phenomenon known as flat light. One moment I was upright and composed. The next, I was airborne……unintentionally.

To say I missed my landing would be generous.

There was a brief, cinematic pause in midair where I had time to think, “This is the end.”  Then came the yard sale. Skis here. Poles there. Dignity somewhere further down the mountain. Enter Todd. A kind young stranger who skied over and said, “Wow. I can’t believe you’re okay. That was incredible.”

Incredible. That’s one word for it.

It turns out, I was not, in fact, okay. I tore my calf muscle and did some soft tissue damage in what I will now refer to as my Non-Olympic Landing of 2026. The good news? It could have been so much worse. No surgery, no head injury and no dramatic helicopter rescue. Yes, there was ski patrol and a snowmobile but thankfully no toboggan.

The bad news? I can’t walk or drive for about a month. My curent transportation consist of my crutches, and a very humbling scooter. I’m one week in and still in total denial. Surely tomorrow I will spring up like a gazelle? This scooter can’t belong to me? How is it possible that I am now the woman who now calculates how far it is from the couch to the refrigerator?

And yet…here we are.

March Madness has taken on a whole new meaning.

It has literally forced me to slow down. I am not a slow-down kind of girl but more like a “just one more run,” “just one more meeting,” “just one more project” kind of girl. But when you can’t physically get from point A to point B without wheels, crutches, or assistance, you start to listen a little more carefully.

God is whispering (or possibly shouting), “Pause.” And as much as I don’t love the method, I’m starting to appreciate the message.

Because here’s the beautiful twist in this tale of ice and ego: this forced slowing down has given me space. Space to think and to reflect. And space to pour my heart into something that fills me with joy….our 100th episode and Season 10 premiere of the Charity Matters Podcast.

Can you believe it? One hundred episodes. Ten seasons. Hundreds of modern-day heroes who have opened up to share their stories of courage, compassion, and service.

My calf may be in a brace, but my dimples are working overtime. Our team is putting the finishing touches on conversations that are inspiring, grounding, and deeply hopeful. And I cannot wait to share them with you.

Our first guest this season is one of the most compassionate, kind men I have ever met. His work for children and families is beyond beautiful. It is the kind of story that reminds you that while the world may sometimes feel like it has gone mad, there are extraordinary humans quietly stitching it back together.

And perhaps that is the real March Madness.

Not the brackets, not the birthdays and not even the three-foot drop I didn’t see coming. The real madness is how much goodness is out there how strangers like Todd who stop to help. How founders give their lives to serve others and even how an unexpected fall can become an invitation to grow.

So however you celebrate the madness this March…..whether it’s basketball, birthdays, green cupcakes, or cautiously navigating icy slopes. I hope you celebrate the helpers, that you cheer for the modern-day heroes. And I hope you let their stories steady you.

If you happen to find yourself unexpectedly airborne this season, figuratively or otherwise…….may you land in grace, surrounded by kindness, and maybe with a good story to tell.

Just preferably without the crutches.

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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Ways to make a difference

The Science of Kindness

For as long as I can remember, I have believed that kindness changes everything. I didn’t need a study to tell me that showing up for someone matters but it turns out, science agrees.

Over the past few years, researchers across psychology, medicine, neuroscience, and public health have been quietly confirming something many of us who live lives of service already know in our hearts: giving doesn’t just help the person on the receiving end. It heals the giver too.

At a time when loneliness has been declared a global public health crisis, when anxiety and burnout feel like constant companions, and when the world often seems more divided than connected, kindness is emerging not just as a moral choice but as a biological and emotional lifeline. This is the science of kindness. And it is powerful.

Loneliness Is Not a Feeling It’s a Health Risk

In 2023, the U.S. Surgeon General called loneliness an epidemic. By 2024 and 2025, researchers around the world were publishing data that made one thing heartbreakingly clear: loneliness isn’t just sad it’s dangerous.

A major 2024 scientific review published in Nature Reviews Psychology found that social isolation and loneliness are associated with increased risk of depression, cardiovascular disease, cognitive decline, and early mortality. The authors concluded that social connection is as critical to health as sleep, exercise, and nutrition. Let that sink in. Connection is not a “nice to have.” It is a biological need.

In 2025, the World Health Organization reinforced this conclusion, stating that strong social connection improves both mental and physical health outcomes, while chronic loneliness increases the risk of illness and premature death. So where does kindness fit into all of this? Right at the center.

Volunteering: One of the Most Effective Antidotes to Loneliness

One of the most compelling studies I’ve read recently came out in 2025. It was a randomized controlled trial (the gold standard of research) examining the effects of volunteering on loneliness. The findings were remarkable.

Researchers found that older adults who already felt lonely experienced significant reductions in loneliness when they volunteered, and perhaps even more importantly that these benefits were sustained over time when volunteering continued. This wasn’t about grand gestures or massive commitments. It was about showing up, consistently, for others.

The takeaway? Helping gives people a place to belong again. And belonging heals.

Why Helping Others Makes Us Feel Better (Even When Life Is Hard)

One of the most beautiful things about kindness is that it works even when we are struggling ourselves.

A 2025 paper published in Current Directions in Psychological Science reviewed decades of research on prosocial behavior, things like volunteering, donating, mentoring, and helping strangers. The authors concluded that acts of kindness reliably reduce loneliness and increase well-being across age groups and cultures. Why?

Because kindness restores three things we often lose during difficult seasons of life:

  1. Connection  “I am not alone.”

  2. Meaning  “What I do matters.”

  3. Agency  “I can still make a difference.”

When grief, loss, illness, or burnout strip away our sense of control, helping someone else even in a small way and then returns it. This is why service so often becomes a turning point after trauma. It reminds us that even when we are hurting, we still have something to give.

And that realization is deeply healing.

Kindness and the Body: What’s Happening Under the Hood

Here’s where things get especially fascinating. Kindness doesn’t just change how we feel. It changes what’s happening inside our bodies.

A 2024 review examining the brain, and the endocrine and immune system (published in Frontiers in Neuroscience) showed that practices associated with compassion, meaning, and stress reduction can influence inflammatory pathways, pain perception, and immune response. In plain English? Lower stress and greater emotional regulation lead to healthier bodies.

Another 2024 clinical study focusing on mindfulness and inflammation found measurable reductions in inflammatory biomarkers such as C-reactive protein (CRP) among participants. While the study focused on meditation, researchers consistently note that meaning-driven, connection-based behaviors, like service, often produce similar stress-buffering effects.

This helps explain what so many nonprofit founders have told me over the years: “Helping others saved me.” It wasn’t just emotional. It was physiological.

The “Helper Effect” Is Real and It’s Scalable

Sometimes people dismiss kindness as soft or sentimental. But the data says otherwise. A 2025 mixed-methods evaluation of a community health program found that youth volunteers meaningfully improved health screening outcomes for older adults. The impact wasn’t theoretical, it was measurable.

This is what researchers call the “helper effect.” When service is structured thoughtfully, it benefits: the recipient, the helpers and the broader community. Everyone wins. And here’s the most important part: the helper effect doesn’t require perfection, wealth, or expertise. It requires presence.

Why Small Acts Matter More Than We Think

One of my favorite findings across this body of research is this: consistency matters more than intensity.

The volunteering study showed that sustained, modest engagement produced longer-lasting benefits than short bursts of activity. This aligns beautifully with something nonprofit founders say all the time: “Small actions, done consistently, change everything.” Science backs that up.

A smile. A phone call. A few hours a month. A handwritten note. These are not insignificant gestures, they are biological signals of connection. And connection is medicine.

Designing Kindness That Heals (For Individuals and Organizations)

So what do we do with all of this? Whether you’re an individual wondering how to feel better, or a nonprofit leader designing programs, the research points to a few powerful principles:

1. Make it social

Service that includes human connection is far more impactful than transactional giving.

2. Keep it doable

Small, repeatable acts are more sustainable and more healing than overwhelming commitments.

3. Show the impact

When people can see how they helped, they’re more likely to keep going. Meaning fuels momentum.

4. Serve with others

Community amplifies kindness. We heal faster together.

Why This Matters Now More Than Ever

We are living in a time of extraordinary need and extraordinary opportunity. Loneliness is rising. Burnout is real. And yet, kindness remains one of the most accessible tools we have to combat both. The science is finally catching up to what many of us have lived: service is not just something we do for others. It is something that restores us.

Kindness reconnects us to ourselves, to one another, and to hope. And perhaps that’s why it has always mattered so much. Because every time we love, we give. And every time we give, something inside us heals too.

 

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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February is all about heart

January gets all the attention. New calendars. Fresh planners. Big resolutions written in bold ink. We step into the New Year fueled by hope, energy, and the belief that this will be the year everything changes.

And then February arrives quietly.

The decorations come down, the confetti is swept away, and real life settles back in. The gym crowds thin. The lists get tucked into drawers. And yet, this is exactly when the real work begins.

February is Heart Month. And not just in the medical or nonprofit sense, though that matters deeply. February is the month that invites us to pause, look inward, and ask a far more important question than What do I want to do this year?

It asks: Who do I want to be?

February is the month of love. Valentine’s Day reminds us of romance, connection, and affection but the deepest kind of love is not always wrapped in red paper and ribbon. Sometimes love looks like honesty. Often it looks like courage. More than that love looks like choosing to change patterns that no longer serve us.

This is the month to take stock.

By now, we have enough distance from January to tell the truth. Which goals still feel aligned? What goals were fueled by pressure instead of purpose? Which dreams are whispering instead of shouting and refuse to go away?

February doesn’t demand grand gestures. It invites quiet commitment.

In the nonprofit world, February is also Heart Month, a reminder of why so many of us do this work in the first place. We don’t show up to change the world because it’s easy. We show up because something in our heart tells us we must. Because injustice, suffering, or loss has touched us personally. Because love compels action.

And that’s the connection February offers us all.

Real change for good rarely happens in loud moments. It happens in the quiet spaces where intention turns into action. Where reflection turns into resolve. Where love becomes something we do, not just something we feel.

February is not about starting over. It’s about recommitting.

It’s about asking:

  • What habits am I willing to protect?

  • Are there boundaries  I need to strengthen?

  • Where have I been rushing past what really matters?

This is the month to check your heart…..not just your pulse, but your purpose.

Are you living in alignment with what you believe matters most?
Do your days reflecting your values?
Are you loving others and yourself in ways that are sustainable?

Winter still surrounds us in February. The pace is slower. The evenings are quieter. Nature itself seems to be resting and preparing. There is wisdom in that.

We don’t always need to do more.
Sometimes we need to become more intentional about how we do what we do.

February gives us permission to stop chasing shiny resolutions and instead nurture lasting change. Small, steady, heart-centered steps. The kind that don’t burn out by March but grow roots that last all year.

In a world that glorifies urgency and noise, February reminds us that transformation often begins softly…ireflection, in love and in choice.

This is the month to lean into compassion.
To forgive yourself for what didn’t stick in January.
Time to celebrate what did.
Then adjust, not abandon your goals.

Because love is patient.
Change is incremental.
And the heart knows the way forward if we’re willing to listen.

So as February unfolds, I invite you to treat it as a gift. A pause. A checkpoint. A heart check.

Let this be the month you choose intention over intensity.
Connection over perfection.
Purpose over pressure.

Because when change is led by the heart, it doesn’t fade with the seasons.

It becomes who we are.

And that is how we truly change for good.

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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Episode 97: For Farmers Movement

Before Dana DiPrima ever set out to start a movement, she was busy connecting people and communities in every corner of her life…..government, nonprofits, corporations, and even as a soccer mom “on steroids” serving 4,200 kids. What she didn’t know then was that a simple “yes” to backyard chickens would quietly change everything. That accidental farm in the Catskills introduced her to farmers whose work is nothing short of miraculous, yet largely invisible. As Dana began listening to their stories, their struggles, their pride, and their resilience…..she realized that the people feeding us every day were not being valued. Farmers weren’t asking for charity; they wanted to be seen, valued, and supported. And once Dana sees a problem that matters, she doesn’t look away.What followed was the birth of the For Farmers Movement, a bold, grassroots effort built on small actions with big impact. Since 2022, Dana has helped distribute hundreds of grants to farmers across nearly every state, proving that even $1, when multiplied by community, can change lives. Fueled by persistence, heart, and a deep belief that good grows when people are given simple ways to act, Dana has created more than a nonprofit….she’s built a movement rooted in honor, connection, and hope. Her story will forever change the way you think about the food on your table and the people who make it possible.

 

Here are a few highlights from our conversation:

Charity Matters: Tell us a little about what For Farmers Movement does?

Dana DiPrima:  Since 2022, we have given grants to farmers across the country in 48 states and one territory and that’s just a small piece of what the For Farmers Movement does. It really started because I felt like we go about our busy lives and we don’t think about the people who are doing things that are essential to our society. We just take them for granted. I sort of crept into the farmer space accidentally through a little accidental farm that I have. That introduced me to these local farmers who were the most amazing people.  I started listening to what they were saying and what they were doing.

 I started the For Farmers Movement because I feel like we need to focus on the people who are essential like this. Farmers are providing us with delicious and healthy food for our families, and they’re knitting together our communities. A lot of our grants are farmer-to-farmer by supporting projects where they’re buying locally, working locally, strengthening their own towns. Every single small farm is a local economic driver. Wouldn’t you rather have one giant farm driving an economy, or 200 small farms doing it? We do grants, but we do a lot of other things too. It’s all about helping people see farmers, value them, and support them in real, practical ways.

Charity Matters: What experiences did you have as a child that Influenced this work?

Dana DiPrima:   I think it’s always been a little bit a part of my DNA. I’m not 100% sure where it came from, except that in my first years out of college and in every job I’ve had every career I’ve had has always been about connecting the dots between people and communities. I’ve worked in government, nonprofits, corporations, and community-based organizations, and the thread through all of it has been moving the needle for good. Even when you’re making small improvements, it’s still an improvement, and I think it’s important to know that in your life the little things that you do that are good, they add up.

Even when I worked in a big corporation with all the media moguls, I was the good girl. I was the head of cause-related marketing.  Where I could show clients how to have a heart and a soul in their work.  It’s been a long and interesting ride, but I think I bring everything to bear here in the For Farmers Movement. Everything I’ve experienced, all of the charities I’ve worked with, all of the innovative ideas, and all of the questions led to this.

I learned a lot from incredible experiences. With St. Jude Thanks and Giving, the one thing I learned from Marlo Thomas is never say die. She does not take no for an answer. And when I worked at Jones Apparel Group, I was so proud that we focused on smaller nonprofits, making a real difference with AdoptAClassroom, teacher fund, and campaigns like Behind Every Famous Person is a Fabulous Teacher. You have to get people’s attention in 100 different ways. You have to be tenacious. You have to never quit. And all of that, it all adds up. It all leads to this.

Charity Matters: What was the moment you knew you needed to act and start For Farmers Movement?

Dana DiPrima: If you look at it from the 35,000-foot view, it might not make any sense at all. Before starting the For Farmers Movement, I was the commissioner for 10 years for the largest youth soccer league in the country.  More like, I was a soccer mom on steroids, with 4,200 kids. It was a community of people who needed support and direction. Around that same time, I had a property in the western Catskills and also lived in New York City, which is a pretty dramatic contrast. I had little kids, and when my daughter asked, “Can we get some chickens?” I said yes without blinking. Then one escaped, I panicked, called the farmer, and he said, “Find your inner predator,” and hung up on me. I hunted down that chicken with big leather fireplace gloves on, caught it, and I never looked back.

From there, things escalated. Chickens turned into goats, then donkeys, ducks, bees, and 17 gardens that I do myself. I just sort of went off the deep end. But through all of that, I started to understand farmers in a real way. They became friends, touchstones, people I learned from. In 2019, I started a podcast called Talk Farm to Me. I was just a microphone and I wanted farmers to tell their stories because they’re amazing.

What they do to get butter to your table is nothing short of miraculous. Your hamburger took two to three years to get to the plate, daily work for that one meal. Then the pandemic hit, farmers were suddenly considered essential, there was this huge spotlight moment, and then overnight it disappeared. I kept listening. In 2022, after hearing a woman speak about community at a conference, everything connected. I went home, wrote a 40-page manifesto, called my coach, and said, “I have to make a presentation to you, and you have to tell me if I’m nuts.”

That led to what I call the six-grand experiment. I started on Instagram and said, “You’ve got to find your local farmers. Tag them to nominate them for a grant.” It was a mess….hundreds of nominations, reaching out to farmers who had never heard of me but we awarded six grants across the country, and it was proof. Farmers can stretch a dollar like nobody’s business. There’s not one farmer who doesn’t have a project on the back burner that could help them get to the next level. The biggest aha for me was realizing that farmers are invisible. We don’t know where our food comes from, and farmers are incredibly proud. They don’t have their hands out for charity. This is not charity. It’s an opportunity to invest in your farmer and your community. That nomination is a permission giver, but it’s also honor. And even if nothing comes from it beyond that moment of being seen, that matters.

Charity Matters: What are your biggest challenges?

Dana DiPrima: The hardest things are like a daisy chain of hardest things. The end of 2025 is the first year I don’t feel like I’m carrying it all on my back. I feel like it’s moving on its own now. There are a lot of people invested in the, For Farmers Movement. Farmers supporters, and people across the country who care about their health, their communities, their economy, and their environment. But people are busy, and they care about a lot of things, so part of my work is helping them understand why they need to care about small farmers. That’s why it’s so important to me to give people small actions that have a big impact. We are built on that.

I’ve given away almost $200,000 in grants since 2022. Every year on January 1 the ticker starts again.  I’ve got to raise more money. But the spirit of this is that $1 from a million people is more valuable than a million dollars from one person, which I would accept, of course. Because when I give a farmer a $1,000 grant and tell them there are 1,000 people standing in their field, recognizing them, applauding them, cheering them on, that is more meaningful than a big corporate check.

Charity Matters: What fuels you to keep doing this work?

Dana DiPrima: On the one side, I get a farmer calling me crying on the phone because she’s so excited. A 10th year farmer that she just got a grant to move her farm. And she can’t believe the community behind her. I can’t tell you how meaningful that is.

And on the other side, I have farmers in my inbox: “I’m so disappointed we didn’t get a grant.” And someone sends me a farm with a huge fire. So what can I do? We have an emergency fund. We have wish lists. We have 97 farmers and growing on the wish list. It’s really easy to click send…work gloves, socks. My daughter sent socks to a farmer and got the delivery message.

So again: go to the wish lists. Find a farmer in your state. Click send.

Charity Matters: When do you know you have made a difference?

Dana DiPrima: Every single farmer I’ve supported with a grant has said it’s about way more than the money. The impact is them being seen, being recognized. That nomination is honor. Farmers are invisible every day. And for someone to honor the work that matters.

Charity Matters: Tell us what success you have had and what your impact has been? 

Dana DiPrima: I count numbers….291 grants, 48 states and one territory. People’s Choice Award: 45 farmers submit videos and we get over 20,000 votes. 97 farmers on the wish list.

But more important than any of that is being seen. And I share facts too: less than 2% of our population are farmers feeding 100% of us. We lost 141,271 farmers between 2017 and 2022 and that’s over 20 million acres we can’t get back. If you shop in your supermarket, 15% stays local, but if you shop at the farmers market, over 70% stays in your local community. I try to build awareness of how important your support is.

Charity Matters: If you could dream any dream for your organization, what would that be?

Dana DiPrima: I’m living a lot of it. Every year we’re doing something different and bigger. We went from that six-grand experiment to 100 grants a year.

In 2026 we selected 20 farms for a $10,000 farm-changing grant. We’ll make that award during National Ag Week in mid-March.

And I want to keep bringing customers closer. Nominate your farmer all year. In February we send postcards, kits of 10 stamped postcards. People tell me how much it meant to say thank you. We have the Voice Awards. We piloted Walk a mile in a farmer’s boots and we’re expanding to 10 markets. And anytime you can shop the wish list. Always opportunities to do something good for farmers.

Charity Matters: What life lessons have you learned from this experience?

Dana DiPrima: Starting a movement is a crazy idea, and it’s really, really hard, and I quit. Tuesdays and Thursdays I basically quit. And I didn’t quit. I didn’t take no for an answer. That failed? I’m trying this.

I’m always trying to give people opportunities to do something good that isn’t painful. Five minutes, forty minutes, $10,000 or $1. The strongest things are the simplest. Everyone can do $1. I’m going to get to a million dollars, $1 at a time. Vote for your farmers. You don’t even have to know them.

Charity Matters: How has this journey changed you?

Dana DiPrima: Oh, I can pick up a chicken. I’m a veterinarian, a zookeeper, an excellent housekeeper and bucket scrubber. But I think I’m very much the same. I love to work, like to figure it out, like the challenges, talking to people and I like to hear why you don’t believe it yet so I can think about what I haven’t done.

The success is built on the small actions. My newsletter every Tuesday, 52 weeks a year. My podcast has gone two full years of not missing a Thursday. And I also have a life….dinner for nine, making my table nice, getting the Christmas tree up.

That is life. That is living. A full, beautiful life is giving.

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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Dreams for 2026

Since July of 2011, I have been sharing my dreams with you, every single week in one way or another. You are my confidants, my motivation, my cheer section, my diary and my accountability. More than that, you help me dream. I can’t dream without you.

I recently heard Mel Robbins say that if you’re looking at a map, you need to know where you were, how you got there, and where you are now to truly understand where you’re going. That stopped me in my tracks. Because as we stand on the edge of a brand-new year, I realized it was time to pause, look back, and reflect, so we can step forward with intention, pride, and excitement.

So today, let’s take a walk together through where we’ve been… so we can dream boldly about where we’re going.

The Early Dreams: Just Figuring it out

In the very first year of Charity Matters, the dream was simple: to find my voice and learn how to write a blog. That’s it. No grand vision. No master plan. Just the hope that maybe, if I kept showing up, the words would come and the message would matter. Creating a logo, a website those were the big dreams then.

There was no Canva, even a logo was a huge process…it was 2010 after all. Back then, tracking down nonprofit founders wasn’t easy either.  Finding them at all felt like detective work. Yet, like every nonprofit that begins with the hope of helping “just one person” a phrase I’ve heard from nearly every founder I’ve ever met. Charity Matters began the same way. One story. One voice. One post at a time.

Slowly, year by year, the dream grew.

Eventually, something shifted. Founders began coming to me. Today, we have more people to interview than we have time for and that is a gift I never take lightly.

The “All or None” Years

When I started at TACSC, I was asked a question I’ll never forget:
“How will you juggle a family, nonprofit boards, and this blog?”

The suggestion was that something had to give. My answer was simple and honest:
“It’s all or none.”

That belief shaped everything that came next.

By 2013, Sundays became writing days. I spent three to five hours every Sunday transcribing handwritten notes, replaying phone calls, and doing my best to get every word right. It was hard. It was imperfect. And it was sacred.

Looking back now, I smile at that version of myself….determined, tired, and deeply committed to showing up anyway. Who knew then that all of that was training ground for what was to come.

Big Dreams and Paused Ones

In 2018, something extraordinary happened. CBS decided to move forward with a Charity Matters reality show. It was surreal. We worked on it all through 2019, dreaming big and imagining what could be.

When my champion at CBS left in November 2019, we decided to pause and pick things up in 2020.

And then… well, we all know what happened next.

That dream didn’t die….it simply went on hold. And I’ve learned that sometimes dreams don’t disappear; they wait patiently for the right season.

The Podcast Pivot

By 2020, the dream shifted again and this time toward finding an easier way to transcribe interviews. That practical need is what led me to start the Charity Matters podcast. I naively assumed my readers would naturally become listeners.

Some of you did. Many of you didn’t. And that was okay.

What I didn’t expect was that the podcast would create an entirely new audience. One I never could have imagined. Thanks to transcription tools and new technology, the way I worked and the way we connected….all of that changed forever.

Today, the podcast is top-rated. Proof that dreams often unfold in ways we never plan, but always need.

Dreams Written in Ink

In November of 2023, during a podcast interview with Cindy Witteman, I admitted something out loud that had lived quietly in my heart for years: I had always dreamed of writing a book and contributing to a magazine.

On October 1, 2024, that dream became reality.

Change for Good launched and became an Amazon bestseller in five categories before it was even released in paperback. Weeks later, Cindy launched FORCE Magazine, and I’ve been writing a monthly column ever since.

Dreams really do come true and sometimes when you say them out loud to the right person at exactly the right time.

What 2025 Taught Me

2025 was filled with book promotion and public speaking—and I loved every minute of it. Being back in rooms with people, hearing your stories, laughing, crying, connecting… it reminded me of something essential.

Connection is what I want more of. Connection with the founders I interview. Connection with readers, listeners, and audiences who believe that kindness and service can change the world. People need people and zoom just isn’t enough.

Looking Ahead to 2026

As I look toward 2026, I see more public speaking ahead and I want to be better at it. I want to grow as a storyteller. To move people not just with words, but with presence and purpose.

I also want to fully embrace technology. No more fighting it. No more resisting. Technology is a gift that gives us back time and time is precious. I’m taking AI classes, learning new tools, and yes… I still write every word of this myself. (Though maybe that’s something I’ll rethink, too.)

One dream that feels especially bold? A TED Talk. Like training for a marathon, having that goal would push me to grow, stretch, and rise to the challenge.

The Biggest Dream of All

Perhaps the biggest and most vulnerable dream for 2026 is monetizing the podcast.

For years, I’ve paid out of pocket to keep it going by supporting our incredible team of sound editors and social media experts. Money went out every month, but none came in. I told myself I couldn’t accept funds for anything connected to charity, because this was my charity.

This year, something shifted.

If my mission is to help the helpers, then growth matters. Expansion matters. Sustainability matters. And all of that costs money.

So in 2026, we’ll begin partnering with select organizations that align deeply with our values. No selling yoga pants. No “micro-influencer” nonsense. Just meaningful partnerships with people doing good in the world.

And that feels right.

Cheers to the Journey

When I look back at where we’ve been and how far we’ve come together, I feel overwhelming pride. When I look ahead at where we’re going, I feel excited, hopeful, and deeply grateful.

Life really is about the journey and not the destination.

Thank you for being such a powerful part of mine. Thank you for dreaming with me, believing with me, and showing up week after week.

Here’s to where we’ve been and blessings on where we’re going.

Happy New Year! May all your dreams come true!

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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It always begins with loss

The 80-mile-an-hour winds blew all night. The noise was deafening. The glass doors rattled so hard it felt like they might explode. We woke to our home phones and cell phones ringing at the same time…….evacuation orders.

It is still hard to believe that one year ago today, we packed up our home along with all of our neighbors, assessed how little really mattered except photos and pets, and we left.

The night before, I had been at book club with girlfriends on the east side of Pasadena when our host’s sister-in-law walked in from Altadena and quietly said, “There’s a fire.” We wrapped up early and headed home. As I drove, trash cans blew across the street and the San Gabriel Mountains glowed ominously above us. None of us knew that glow was only the beginning.

When Everything Changes in an Instant

The days that followed were surreal. Our neighborhood was a ghost town, silent in a way that felt unnatural. We were the lucky ones…..our homes were spared. But 9,400 structures were gone, and more than 6,000 of them were homes. Schools vanished. Neighborhoods disappeared. Markets were reduced to ash. The beautiful San Gabriel Mountains turned charcoal. Our community was in shock. Life, as we knew it, changed on a dime across the San Gabriel Valley.

Loss always marks the beginning of these stories. And this loss was almost impossible to fathom. It’s one thing to hear about devastation on the news; it’s another to drive past it and see Anderson Cooper and CNN broadcasting from your town auditorium, to recognize a street corner where memories once lived, and to see nothing but emptiness.

Like any death, the casseroles arrived. The community arrived. People showed up in force. Clothes were gathered. GoFundMe pages sprang to life overnight. Friends who had lost everything were still in shock, and yet the help was immediate and overwhelming. Thousands volunteered. Thousands donated. Over and over again, we witnessed the absolute best of humanity.

I will never forget watching people who had lost everything themselves volunteer to help their neighbors receive clothes, choosing to serve before standing in line for their own needs. That kind of generosity stays with you forever.

The Wave of Kindness and What Comes After

I spent weekends for months volunteering and started and ran a GoFundMe for dear friends with some reluctance. They were one of thirteen families we knew who lost their homes in both this fire and the Palisades fires. Donations poured in from all over the country. From former neighbors. From strangers. From students. From people with very little to give, who gave anyway. Everyone was helping.

And then, just like after a death, the world slowly moved on.

But many of those who lost everything couldn’t move on so easily. Where do you go when your house is gone? How do you navigate insurance, temporary housing, rebuilding timelines, bureaucracy, and endless paperwork—while grieving? How do you keep going when the adrenaline fades and the silence sets in?

It was, and still is, a grief magnified by its scale. This wasn’t one family, one street, one school. It was thousands of lives upended at once. And grief, like healing, does not follow a timeline.

The Long Arc of Resilience

There is never a death without a rebirth. There is never an earthquake without a new city, or a forest fire without new growth. Nature teaches us this cycle over and over again, even when it feels unbearably brutal. People are still in every phase of loss…..shock, anger, sadness, rebuilding, acceptance. All of it is valid.

One story, though, has stayed with me as a reminder of what resilience can look like.

A close girlfriend lost her home. Weeks later, she was surprised to learn that their garage had survived. At the time, she wasn’t exactly thrilled to discover that all she had left were a few Christmas decorations, understandably so. It felt insignificant compared to everything else that was gone.

But right before Thanksgiving, she and her husband moved into a new home. When I visited a couple of weeks before Christmas, they were beaming. Truly beaming. They had lost everything and yet they had moved forward. Their neighbor bought their burned-out lot. Insurance settled. They found a beautiful new place. And those surviving Christmas decorations? They mattered more than anyone could have predicted.

Their resilience, their positive attitude, their willingness to move onward and upward made my Christmas. It reminded me that hope doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it shows up quietly, wrapped in gratitude, sitting on a shelf where memories still live.

What Moving On Really Means

Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting. It doesn’t mean minimizing loss or pretending everything is fine. Moving on means learning how to carry grief while still choosing hope. It means honoring what was, while building what can be.

For our community, moving on looks different for everyone. For some, it means rebuilding on the same land. For others, it means starting fresh somewhere new. For many, it means navigating a maze of decisions with courage they didn’t know they had.

What I’ve learned this year is that resilience isn’t about strength in the loud moments. It’s about showing up in the quiet ones. Moments when the volunteers have gone home, when the news cameras leave, when the long road stretches ahead.

A Year Later, Still Holding Hope

I know my friend’s story isn’t everyone’s story. I know there are still families waiting, still grieving, still exhausted by a process that feels endless. And yet, one year later, stories like hers give me hope for Altadena, for the San Gabriel Valley, the Palisades and  for all of us.

Hope lives in the people who keep helping long after the headlines fade. Hope lives in neighbors who check in, in communities that remember, in small acts of kindness that continue long after the fire is out. Hope lives in resilience……the quiet, steady decision to keep going. Even this puppy pictured above found hope and a new home.

One year later, the scars remain. But so does the goodness we saw in people. And that goodness, the kind that shows up in the darkest nights, is what will continue to rebuild not just homes, but hearts.

Because even after everything burns, love, community, and hope still find a way to rise.

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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World Kindness Day is tomorrow

“Remember there’s no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.”    Scott Adams

There are certain days on the calendar that remind us of what really matters ….. not the meetings, deadlines, or endless to-do lists, but the small, quiet acts that connect us to one another. November 13th is one of those days. Tomorrow is World Kindness Day, a beautiful invitation to pause and remember that kindness isn’t just something we do. Kindness is something we are.

In a world that can feel divided and heavy, kindness softens edges, bridges divides, and restores faith in humanity ….one small act at a time. But before we talk about what happens when we are kind, it’s worth looking at how this global movement began, and why now, more than ever, kindness truly matters.

 The History of World Kindness Day

World Kindness Day was first celebrated in 1998, born out of a meeting in Tokyo where kindness organizations from around the world gathered to form the World Kindness Movement. Their mission was simple: to inspire a global culture of compassion, empathy, and connection.

Since that first celebration, the idea has spread to over 30 countries. From Singapore to Switzerland, people gather each November to celebrate humanity’s most universal virtue , kindness. In 2019, the United Nations acknowledged World Kindness Day as part of its ongoing efforts to promote peace and understanding among nations.

This day isn’t about grand gestures or polished campaigns. It’s about the small things …. the smile you share, the door you hold, the text you send. It’s a reminder that we can all change the world just by being a little kinder, every single day.

What Happens When We Are Kind

Science tells us that when we practice kindness, our brains release oxytocin (the hormone that helps us feel connected and loved ) along with serotonin, the natural mood booster that lowers stress and increases happiness. Kindness is literally good for our hearts. It calms anxiety, strengthens our immune systems, and even helps us live longer.

But the magic of kindness goes beyond biology. It changes our spirit.

When we are kind, we shift the focus from ourselves to others. We stop asking, “What do I need?” and start asking, “How can I help?” That shift transforms the energy around us. A single act of kindness can create ripples that reach farther than we’ll ever see.

Kindness is contagious. It creates a chain reaction … one act leading to another and reminding us that, at our core, we are connected.

A Ripple Begins: The Kindness Campaign

That ripple is exactly what happened when I first met Andra Liemandt, the founder of The Kindness Campaign in Austin, Texas. You may remember our conversation from January 2020.

We were both commenting on a LinkedIn post about another nonprofit founder, and as sometimes happens in the magical way of social media, our worlds collided. I was intrigued by her story. Andrea is  a mom, a corporate executive turned drummer for a rock band, and now the founder of a nonprofit dedicated to emotional health. Naturally, I reached out. Our conversation left me deeply moved  and reminded me once again that kindness truly can change the world.

Andra didn’t plan to start a nonprofit. Her journey began after tragedy, when a dear family friend, just 12 years old, took her own life after being bullied. That moment shattered her world. As a mother of two young girls, she was terrified. How could she protect her daughters from feeling unseen or unheard?

In her grief, Andra did something extraordinary. She started a feelings journal with her daughters as a way to open conversations about emotions, to create space for vulnerability and connection. That homemade journal made its way to her daughters’ school. Soon, the principal asked for copies for other classrooms, and before long, word spread. By 2015, Andra officially launched The Kindness Campaign (TKC)  a nonprofit organization dedicated to normalizing emotional health through kindness, empathy, and self-awareness.

Today, TKC serves more than 40,000 students nationwide. What began as one mom’s way of healing has grown into a movement giving families and schools real tools to build empathy, self-worth, and emotional resilience.

When Kindness Becomes Healing

Andra’s story reminds us that kindness isn’t just something we give to others, it’s also a way of healing ourselves. Through her grief, she turned pain into purpose. Her friend’s daughter’s life became a legacy that now helps thousands of children learn how to express, connect, and heal.

One of Andra’s favorite teaching tools is the Magic Mirror. When children look into it, the mirror speaks affirmations like, “You are enough.” It’s a simple yet profound exercise that helps kids see themselves with compassion, something so many of us struggle to do, even as adults.

Andra often says, “What if emotional wounds showed up on our bodies the way physical wounds do? We’d all take this conversation a lot more seriously.” Her work invites us to look deeper, to see the invisible hurts that kindness can heal. Because when people feel seen and safe, empathy grows. And when empathy grows, bullying, anger, and fear begin to disappear.

That’s the real power of kindness. It builds connection, restores trust, and helps people feel that they belong. It’s not a surface-level nicety …. it’s the foundation of emotional health.

 Why Kindness Matters More Than Ever

In a time when loneliness is being called a national epidemic, the need for kindness has never been greater. The Surgeon General recently described loneliness as one of the greatest threats to our health …. as dangerous as smoking 15 cigarettes a day.

But here’s the good news: kindness is the antidote. It’s the simplest, most powerful way to fight isolation and strengthen connection. Every time we extend kindness, we are quietly stitching the fabric of community back together one person and one small act at a time.

10 Simple Acts of Kindness for World Kindness Day

You don’t need to start a nonprofit like Andra did to make a difference. Sometimes, the smallest gestures are the most powerful. Here are 10 simple ways to celebrate World Kindness Day …and to keep that spirit alive all year long:

  1. Smile at a stranger.
    You never know what someone is carrying. A smile can be the light they need to keep going.

  2. Write a note of gratitude.
    Text, email, or mail someone who’s made a difference in your life. Gratitude is the heartbeat of kindness.

  3. Pay it forward.
    Buy coffee for the person behind you in line or leave an extra tip. Tiny acts create big ripples.

  4. Listen deeply.
    Put down your phone. Make eye contact. Let someone feel heard. As Andra says, “Everyone wants to be seen and heard.”

  5. Compliment sincerely.
    Tell someone what you admire about them … not just how they look, but who they are.

  6. Volunteer your time.
    Whether it’s a local shelter, a school, or a senior center …. giving time is one of the purest forms of kindness. My favorite:)

  7. Send an encouraging message.
    If someone’s name pops into your head, reach out. It might be exactly what they needed that day.

  8. Be kind online.
    Use your social media for good … post something uplifting, comment positively, or share a story that inspires.

  9. Forgive someone  or yourself.
    Letting go of anger or self-criticism is an act of radical kindness that frees everyone involved.

  10. Make kindness a daily habit.
    Choose one small act every day. Kindness grows through practice and it always multiplies.

 Changing for Good

World Kindness Day reminds us that every act of compassion …..every smile, every gesture, every word of encouragement  matters. Andra’s story is proof of that. What began as one act of kindness between a mother and her daughters has now touched tens of thousands of lives.

That’s what happens when we choose kindness: we create ripples with no logical end.

So today, and every day, let’s follow that lead. Let’s listen, love, and lead with kindness. Because when we do, we don’t just change someone else’s day  that is how we change for good.

Join the Movement

Kindness isn’t a single day on the calendar … it’s a way of life.
Share your act of kindness this week using the hashtag #ChangeForGood and tag @CharityMatters so we can celebrate the ripple together.

Because when one of us chooses kindness, all of us are lifted.

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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Change for Good: One Year Later

It’s hard to believe that it has been a full year since Change for Good: The Transformative Power of Giving as the Ultimate Cure was released into the world. Like most milestones, this one feels both surreal and sacred. Writing a book is a lot like giving birth…..there is anticipation, fear, excitement, exhaustion, and ultimately, immense gratitude. You spend years nurturing an idea and then one day, you let it go. You release it into the world, hoping it will find its way, touch lives, and maybe, just maybe, make a difference.

When I first began writing Change for Good, I thought I knew exactly what it would be. I had the script all mapped out in my head. the book would be a love letter to service, a guide to kindness, and a collection of stories meant to inspire others to see how small acts can create big change. I imagined how it would be received, what it might spark, and how it might ripple out into the world. But like every parent quickly learns, life rarely goes according to plan. Once the book was out in the world, it became something bigger and more profound than I could have ever imagined. I didn’t dare to dream or ever think it would be an Amazon bestseller in five categories. That one is still hard to believe…

This past year has been filled with gifts I didn’t expect. The book has been a bridge that has connected me to thousands of readers, podcast listeners, and audiences across the country who have reached out to share their stories of how Change for Good touched their hearts. I’ve had the privilege of hearing from people who decided to start volunteering, launch nonprofits, reconnect with their purpose, or simply treat the person in front of them with more compassion. Each message, each encounter, has been a reminder that kindness is contagious and that we are all far more connected than we realize.

What has humbled me most are the stories that have been shared in return. After book talks people often come up to me and say, “I have a story for you.” Then they begin to tell me about the child they lost, the battle they fought, the person they helped, or the act of grace that changed their life. These stories of service and survival, of heartbreak and healing, have been my greatest teachers. Every time I hear one, I am reminded why I wrote the book in the first place. Change for Good reminds all of us that we are not alone. We each have the power to make change for good. That act of giving is truly what binds us together as human beings.

The year has also taught me lessons I didn’t expect…..lessons about patience, faith, and surrender. I’ve learned that once you create something, it’s no longer yours. Like a child growing up and finding their way in the world, Change for Good has taken on a life of its own. The book has been used for book clubs, been quoted in sermons, used in classrooms, referenced in college term papers and leadership programs. My favorite is hearing that the book even sparked discussions at dinner tables. The messages that once lived only in my head and heart is now become part of a larger conversation about service, kindness, and the power of community. That is both humbling and awe-inspiring.

What I didn’t anticipate was how Change for Good would continue to change me. Over the past year, I’ve had to live my own message in new and deeper ways. Writing about kindness is one thing; practicing it daily, especially when life throws challenges your way, is another. There have been moments of exhaustion, doubt, and overwhelm…..times when juggling the nonprofit, the podcast, the blog, and the endless to-do lists felt like too much. But then someone would send a message saying, “Your book inspired me to serve,” or “I needed this today,” and suddenly, I would remember why it all mattered.

The truth is, this book was never just about me….it was about us. It was about shining a light on the helpers, the givers, the people who wake up every day and choose to make the world a little better. It was about telling the stories that too often go untold. And it was about showing that kindness isn’t complicated…..it’s simply love in action.

A year later, I am filled with gratitude for every reader who has shared their journey, for every nonprofit founder who has opened their heart on the Charity Matters podcast, for every person who took the time to send a note, attend a talk, or pass along a story. Each of you has been part of this incredible journey, and each of you continues to remind me that giving truly changes everything.

As I look ahead, I know that Change for Good is still growing, still evolving, and still finding new ways to connect with people. Like any living thing, it’s continuing to breathe and expand through every person who picks it up and chooses to act. My hope is that its message continues to plant seeds of service and compassion that bloom in ways we can’t yet see.

So as I celebrate one year of Change for Good, I’m not just celebrating a book…I’m celebrating the movement it represents. A movement of kindness, of purpose, of community. A reminder that no act of love, however small, ever goes unnoticed. Thank you for being part of this journey, for believing in the power of good, and for continuing to make this world a little brighter…..one act of kindness at a time.

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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How did we get here?

For almost fifteen years, I have been sharing my journey here each week……through life, love, loss, family, faith, philanthropy, and everything in between. There isn’t much we haven’t covered in all of these years. But today, this is a first for me……and for us. A topic we’ve somehow never explored together: marriage and weddings.

This past weekend, our family celebrated one of life’s greatest blessings…..our son’s wedding. Even as I write those words, I can hardly believe they are real. The day felt like something out of a dream, filled with joy, tears, laughter, and a love so pure it radiated through every moment.

As my husband and I stood at the back of the aisle, arm in arm, ready to walk toward our son and his beautiful bride, I looked up at him and whispered, “How did we get here?” He smiled, squeezed my hand, and without missing a beat said, “I asked you on a date.”

And just like that, the tears came. Because he was right. That one question so many years ago set in motion a chain of love that led to this exact moment….our son waiting for his bride, a new family beginning, a new chapter unfolding.

When I began Charity Matters, my three boys were in elementary and middle school. I’m not even sure Google existed back then! During that time, you’ve watched our family grow up right here on these pages. You cried with me through the Last Lunch, The Last Pass and So Many Last.  Every milestone felt monumental, every transition bittersweet. And each time, we asked the same question: “How did we get here?” Followed quickly by, “Wow, that went so fast.”

It’s funny looking back now. Each stage of parenting felt like the summit…..the great challenge that would finally lead us to rest. We thought elementary school was hard until middle school came. Then we thought high school was the finish line….surely, graduation was the final hurdle! I remember turning to my husband that night, tears streaming down my face, and saying, “How did we get here? Weren’t they just born yesterday?”

And yet, as any parent knows, life has a way of humbling you. You realize that the “end” of one season is merely the beginning of another. You send them off to college, thinking your job is mostly done…..only to learn that parenting never really ends, it just changes shape.

In what feels like the blink of an eye, our boys were out of college, working, building lives of their own. We didn’t think much about what came next. We were simply grateful they were healthy, happy, and finding their way.

But here’s the thing I’ve learned over the years…..and it’s one of the hardest truths for parents to swallow: from the moment our children are born, we start writing a script for their lives. We don’t tell them this, of course, and most of the time, we don’t even say it out loud to ourselves. But it’s there….quietly playing in the background of our minds.

In my version of the script, my boys would grow up to be kind and successful, find good friends, rewarding work with purpose, and eventually, someone wonderful to love. My script had a timeline, too. You know the one….finish school, meet someone nice, fall in love, get married, buy a house, have children. Perfectly linear, perfectly planned.

And then, as life does, it laughed at my plan.

There were detours, heartbreaks, and lessons I never saw coming. There were moments when I silently protested, “This isn’t how the story is supposed to go!” But with time….and a lot of prayer…I realized that the story I was trying to write wasn’t mine to write. My children’s lives are their own stories, not chapters in mine.

It took me years to see it clearly, but once I did, it was freeing. My job was never to control the story, but to love them through it….to trust that the Author of all things had a far better script in mind than I ever could. And as I stood in the most beautiful setting this weekend, watching our son waiting for his bride, I could see how true that was.

Because their story….the one they are writing together….is more beautiful than anything I could have dreamed up.

The moment she walked down the aisle, time stopped. I looked at his face, his eyes brimming with tears, and saw not just my son, but the man he has become…kind, compassionate, faithful, and deeply in love. A man ready to build a life with someone who matches his heart. As he said his vows, tears flowed from his brother’s eyes and everyone else’s because their love was just so beautiful, real and palpable.

Our new daughter-in-law is everything I could have ever hoped for him…graceful, grounded, smart, strong and full of light. She fits into our family like she’s been part of it all along. As I watched them exchange vows, I thought about how, all those years ago, when we were the ones standing there saying “I do,” we had no idea what those words would come to mean.

Marriage is not just a day….it’s a daily choice. It’s the decision, every morning, to show up with love, humility, and grace. It’s choosing to grow together through the seasons, to forgive, to celebrate, to serve one another even when it’s hard. It’s the promise that your story is no longer “mine” or “yours,” but “ours.”

As parents, witnessing that moment is indescribable. It’s joy and nostalgia all mixed together….the ache of letting go and the awe of seeing something new begin. I thought about all the nights I tucked him into bed, all the prayers whispered for his future, and how many of those prayers were answered in that moment.

Later that night, as we danced beneath the Tahoe stars, I looked around the room at the sea of faces…family, friends, people who had loved him since he was little….and it hit me again: How did we get here?

How did we get from those early mornings of tying tiny shoes to tying a bow tie? From bedtime stories to wedding toasts? From Legos to love stories? The years have moved like the pages of a book….some chapters long, some heartbreakingly short, all filled with meaning.

When the band played the final song, I held my husband’s hand and whispered those same words we’ve said so many times before: “How did we get here?” But this time, there was no disbelief in my voice….just gratitude. Because the answer was clear.

We got here through love.

Through every sleepless night, every prayer, every football game and scraped knee, every graduation, every heartbreak, every dinner at the kitchen table, every “I love you.”

We got here through grace….through the quiet, unseen moments when we trusted that even when we couldn’t see the plan, there was one.

And we got here through joy…..the kind that sneaks up on you in the middle of a crowded dance floor when you realize that life, in all its messiness and beauty, has led you exactly where you are meant to be.

As the weekend came to a close and we said our goodbyes, I felt a deep sense of peace. Not the kind that comes from everything being perfect, but the kind that comes from knowing that everything is right.

Parenting, I’ve learned, is a lifelong act of surrender. It’s learning to let go over and over again….of control, of expectations, of the idea that we know best. And in that letting go, we make room for something even more beautiful: watching our children step fully into their own lives, their own love, their own purpose.

So yes, once again, I find myself asking, “How did we get here?” But this time, I know the answer.

We got here because of love…..the love that began with a simple date so many years ago, the love that built our family, and the love that now continues through the next generation.

We got here by walking each step….sometimes with confidence, sometimes with tears…..but always with love.

And now, it’s their turn. Their turn to walk hand in hand, to build a life together, to write their own story.

As for us, we’ll be right here on the sidelines….cheering, supporting, loving and every now and then, still whispering the same words that have followed us through every chapter of this journey:

How did we get here?

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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It was never about the car

It was never about the car.

When I was a five-year-old kindergartener, I remember so vividly standing outside my school waiting for my mom. That’s when I saw her. This beautiful woman who looked like Jackie Kennedy pulled up to pick up her first-grade daughter. She was radiant. Elegant. Joyful. There was something different about her compared to the other mothers I had seen. She had a light that seemed to radiate from within, the kind of presence that makes you stop and notice. The French call it a je ne sais quoi….that indescribable “it factor.”

I was only five years old, but I knew that I wanted to be like her when I grew up….full of joy, full of grace, and full of that light. Whatever she had, I wanted that.

At five, I didn’t know a thing about cars.  I knew most moms drove wood paneled station wagons and that this mom was different. She pulled up in something beautiful. It was a 1970 280 SE Mercedes convertible. The car was as elegant as she was, and together, they made quite the lasting impression.

I didn’t understand cars, but I did recognize beauty. And I understood dreams. Somehow,  I tucked that moment away. I told myself that one day, I would be like her. I would have little boys, I would pick them up at that same school my dad had gone to, and I would radiate that joy….in that car.

It was one dream, but it came with many layers: the children, the school, the joy, the light and the car. It was a package deal.

Dreams That Stick

As life unfolded, I married, and eventually, I had three little boys. And oh, how those boys loved cars, especially my oldest. Almost every night at dinner, without fail, he would ask me, “Mommy, if you could have any car in the whole wide world, what car would you have?”

And every night, I gave the same answer: the 280 SE. I would tell him the story of how, when I was his age, I saw that car and knew one day I would drive it. We would talk about dreams, about believing in them, and why they mattered.

One night, after hearing the story again, he looked at me with those wise little boy eyes and said, “Mommy, you already have the little boys. We go to that school. All you need now is the car.”

He was right.

But when you’re raising small children, another car…especially one like that…..just isn’t a priority. Truthfully, you never need a car like that. Cars like that are best for dreams.

The Surprise of a Lifetime

As my 40th birthday approached, unbeknownst to me, my husband began searching for the car.  When my birthday came and went, he sheepishly confessed what he had been up to but admitted he couldn’t find one that wasn’t rusted or wildly out of reach financially. I was touched by his effort but never expected such a thing anyway. The moment passed, and life with three little boys rolled on.

By September, our youngest had just started kindergarten. One afternoon, I was on the lawn playing with the boys when I heard the sound of a car coming up the street. My husband pulled up, and I froze. He was driving the car. A black 1970 280 SE convertible, with the blue and yellow original license plates that said, 4 R MA. It was the car I had dreamed of since I was five years old.

I was speechless. How could this be real?

The boys screamed with excitement. My oldest son jumped up and down, shouting, “Mommy! Mommy! Your dream came true!” I will never forget that moment. It wasn’t just about the car. It was about a dream…one I had held onto for 35 years…..that had finally come true.

Dreams don’t always work out like that. Often, life has other plans. But when one does, when you see something you’ve held in your heart since childhood finally come to life, it’s like an out-of-body experience. It affirms something deep inside you: that faith and belief matter. That dreams are worth holding onto.

Mrs. Fink

The very next morning, I piled the boys into the car for school. It was a gorgeous day. With the top down, we could see the ocean shining from the hills. The boys were laughing and I felt the wind on my face. Pulling into that same carpool line with my three little boys in the back of a 280 SE, I felt it. The puzzle piece snapped into place.

It was exactly as I had imagined when I was five.

When I picked the boys up that afternoon, my oldest asked, “Mommy, what are we going to name her?”

The car had a brass plate on the dashboard that read, This Mercedes Benz coach built exclusively for Norma Fink. Without hesitation, I said, “I think we should call her Mrs. Fink.”

And just like that, Mrs. Fink became the sixth member of our family.

From that day forward, “Fink Days” were born. On gorgeous, sunny afternoons, one of the boys would declare, “I think it’s a Fink Day!” and off we’d go. Mrs. Fink taught my boys that joy wasn’t just about big things or trips….it was about noticing and celebrating a beautiful day.

Lessons From an Old Convertible

Mrs. Fink was never perfect. She was well-loved and well-used. Her leather was worn, her engine purred like something out of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and she was sticky more often than not from melted ice cream cones. But she was joy on four wheels.

When my husband told me he had ordered license plates BIG 4 0 because the real Mrs. Fink wanted her original license plates back. I decided to write Norma Fink a love letter and I sent it off  with the original license plates and a photo of the boys and me in the car. I told Norma about my childhood dream, how this car had found its way to us, and that I knew I was only her temporary custodian. I promised to love her and care for her until it was time to pass her on.

A week later, I received a letter from Norma. She told me she, too, had been given the car for her 40th birthday. She had filled it with her three daughters and made countless memories. She shared that she had since lost her vision and could no longer drive. But she had put my photo on her refrigerator and found joy in knowing her beloved car was still making children happy. She said she had peace knowing I was meant to be her car’s next custodian.

She was right.

For 20 years, Mrs. Fink was joy in motion. Trips to the beach with sandy feet, drives down the coast, silly carpool karaoke, and family adventures. Whenever life felt heavy, a spin in Mrs. Fink was the cure. She reminded us that life is meant to be lived with joy, with spontaneity, and with gratitude.

When Joy Becomes Memory

As the boys grew older, our drives became less frequent but more intentional. We’d plan lunches in Malibu or Sunday drives with the top down. She was always there, ready to turn an ordinary moment into something unforgettable.

Even during Covid, when the boys returned home from college and the world felt so uncertain, Mrs. Fink brought comfort. “Let’s take her for a drive,” they would say, and off we’d go, circling town with the wind in our hair, letting her magic lift our spirits.

But time has a way of changing things. Mrs. Fink grew more valuable, more delicate. Insurance made it difficult to take her out for ordinary errands. She began collecting dust in the garage. The dog and I were the only one driving her every now and again.

Then last week, my oldest son took Mrs. Fink out when her brakes failed. By some miracle, he guided her safely into a lot. Shaken but safe, strangers helped him out. He later posted a photo of Mrs. Fink on a tow truck with the caption: “Bad day for the Fink but a good day for humanity.” That was Mrs. Fink. Even broken down, she inspired kindness and perspective.

A car collector friend of my sons saw the post and asked about the car. My son told him that Mrs. Fink was his mom’s car and not for sale. The car collector continued to reach out asking about the car and made an offer. After much conversation, we accepted. The realization was the time had come. Just like our children, we are only temporary custodians. We cannot hold onto things or people forever, only our memories. It would be selfish for her to sit and collect dust and not be enjoyed. It was time to share her joy with someone else.

Saying Goodbye

Today, I said goodbye to Mrs. Fink.

As I signed the paperwork, I realized something remarkable: she had arrived on September 22nd, and she was leaving on September 22nd, two decades later. Life has a funny way of coming full circle.

I took her out for one last drive. The sun was shining and it was a gorgous first day of fall.  As the wind whipped through my hair, I whispered my gratitude to her.

Thank you for proving that dreams can come true.
Thank you for the joy, the laughter, and the memories.
Thank you for teaching my boys about spontaneity, gratitude, and joy.

Mrs. Fink was never just a car. She was a dream come true, a member of our family, a teacher of joy, and a symbol of belief. She showed us that life’s most beautiful gifts aren’t always about the thing itself, but about what it represents.

Because it was never about the car.

It was always about the dream.

CHARITY MATTERS.

 

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