It’s that time of year again — everyone wants your money. Brace yourself for more dinnertime phone calls and mailbox solicitations.
Those kinds of things used to bother me. So did the collection plate at church. I felt guilty because no matter how much money we made, there was never enough to give away. And with all the debt my family had, how could I be expected to help others?
Then our financial house of cards came crashing down. It was ugly. Losing our business and our income, and getting notice that our home was scheduled to go into foreclosure, were huge wakeup calls. At the darkest moment, I made a promise: If I ever see another dollar, I’m going to give some of it away. First. Then I will do the best I can with the rest. And I meant it….