24 March 2012

Giving in a Different Way

I was going to host a giveaway this weekend - another follower blow-out.

But I've spent the last four hours watching Sport-Relief on the BBC and it made me think about how lucky we all are.  We have access to clean water, we have vaccinations for our children, and we have all have access to the most basic healthcare.  Our children suffer from illnesses and we take them to the doctor, or the emergency room and they are given saline drips, antibiotics and top of the range medical care.

I don't want to diminish the sad moments we all live with at all.  My mother died of breast cancer 18 months ago at the age of 49.  I arrived back in Australia on the morning of her funeral - I never had the chance to say goodbye or to hug her one last time.  My mum will never see me get married and if I ever have children the only stories they will have of their grandmother will come from me, they will never get to go to Nanny's house, curl up on her lap, tell her about their day or complain about how mean their Mum was to them.

We have so much to be grateful for......and we shouldn't forget just how lucky we are.  So instead of book giveaways, I've donated my money to those who are far less fortunate than those of us curled up on the sofa with a good book.  So if you are planning on a giveaway, please do the same.  We all love books, but saving the life of a child is surely far more rewarding.


  1. Excellent idea! I give to my local food back whenever I can, but I dream of the day when I have enough to make a difference in the lives of the poorest of American Indian tribes. To think, for example, that the agerave income for Pine Ridge Lakota is $800.00 a YEAR makes my stomach turn....

  2. Thanks Lisa, it doesn't take much to make a difference, but everything we can do counts!

  3. I agree with you. That's a great idea!

  4. This is a fantastic idea- I'll definitely think about it!

  5. I am with you on this, Kat.

    I am really sorry about your mother. My mom had breast cancer when I was 13, I remember frantically praying for her life. I pray daily that my parents live to see me getting married and play with their grandchildren.



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