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April 17, 2008
On Tax Day I woke up, but kept dreaming…like being in a haze of thought, not caring what day it was. I just wanted to hold on to the bright light of possibility for a little longer. I don’t actually know if I had been dreaming or not, but I woke up believing that I won the lottery!!! (I confess, I’ve only ever bought one ticket in my whole life and that was about 12 years ago when the purse was up around $300,000,000. Paul and I made a pact that if we won, we’d give most of it away.) So, I laid there in bed, Nathan snoring beside me, planning what I’d do If I really did win… first, pay off my mom’s condo, no wait, first, give a chunk to our church…would they accept gambling money??? Mmmm, maybe an anonymous cashier’s check for $700,000 or so…then my mom’s condo. We wouldn’t tell a soul that we won…wouldn’t want everyone and their uncle to have their hands out begging. Next, set up a trust fund for our kids’ education. OK, all that out of the way, now what would I really do? I’d buy a really cool house, but not to live in. It would be a workshop where people with disabilities would be trained to do meaningful work. There would be lots of windows, the walls would be happy colors. Yes, that is what I’d do with the money. I’d find some good financial advisers, establish a board of directors, and make sure there was a lot of accountability. I personally do not want a lot of money, only enough to pay bills, save for the future, and take care of my family. We’d just buy a condo and keep life simple so we could pour energy into this business of giving people with disabilities good work to do.
So, I mechanically got out of bed, brought Nathan downstairs, gave him his medication, prodded Miika to pick out her clothes, gave them breakfast, begged Miika to get her clothes on, got in the shower, reminded Miika to GET DRESSED, and kept dreaming of what I’d do with the money…. what would we make in the work shop, how would we make it sustainable, what would be our “staple” project that keep the business flowing in? The T-cralwer, more developmental products……
“MOMMY, NATHAN’S POOP IS ALL OVER YOUR BED!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Dream over….but not forgotten.