Pardon me, while I live out a clichÃ©.
Remember that scene from Capra\’s It\’s A Wonderful Life, where the whole community gathers around James Stewart to provide him with pocket change–pocket change that ends up adding up to the much needed sum of $8,000 that will save Stewart and his family from falling into the debt of the evil, miserly Lionel Barrymore?
Well, I don\’t need $8,000–Hallelujah!–but I do have a miser called the Housing Commission breathing down my neck. They want my potential landlord to decrease my rent by $100 per month before they will approve the unit, and of course, the landlord doesn\’t really want to do that. However, the landlord is willing to let me pay the $1,200 difference under the table, as long as I can get it in by Monday.
I\’ve got most of it, but I\’m still short by $150. And my money situation is so tight that I can\’t really ask anyone for a loan. Next month, my gimp check goes to rent and turning on utilities, which with my shot credit costs an arm and a leg. Plus, I still have to pay $80 toward spring semester, then my upcoming fees toward summer semester, the SATs, and college applications, and I have to get my burned out tail light repaired as soon as possible… you see my dilemma. Money is tight, as I know it is for everyone right now. Nevertheless, I\’m throwing caution to the wind and am hoping my adopted family can pitch in, Capraesque, to help me get a home of my own.
45 people will see this message, of which I\’m hoping 12 will respond monetarily. If nine folks can contribute $15 a piece, I\’m set. If you can toss more or less my way, that\’s good, too, as I have no idea how this is going to go, being that it\’s a Friday afternoon near the end of the month.
You can PayPal it to me (from a bank or from cash in your PP account, only) to email@example.com, or meet up with me sometime this weekend if you can bring cash. I\’ll be the girl haunting Old City with that edgy look in her eyes, debating as to whether or not the busking should begin. (240-505-2934)
Every time a bell rings, a bum is entering the store asking to use the bathroom without buying something — maybe that bum could be you one day. In the meantime, a little love goes a long way toward scoring yourself some non-Red Bull wings, or so Capra would have us believe…and, well, I\’ve always been a sucker for old black and whites.
Have a good weekend, darlings, and hopefully I\’ll have good news come Monday.