I Know I Did a Good Thing

Its not the first good thing I've done, but for some reason this one really didn't make me feel any better.

In our community a young boy, age 10, Jeremy Sexton, drowned a couple of days before school let out for summer vacation.

He was a bus friend to my two younger children. His family lived in a trailor park not too far from us. They had four boys total... same ages as four of my own children. I see the family around our community often, in various activities such as softball and basketball.

Tonight our community had a benefit spaghetti dinner in honor of Jeremy. The also had a chinese auction and 50/50 raffle.

One of my sons was lucky enough to win a Mongoose bike and I was lucky enough to win $208 in the 50/50 drawing. I in turn told the announcer we would like to donate our winnings to the family, as I saw it was the only thing to do.

I had been fighting back tears ever since the boy was taken to heaven and received a round of applause I felt very humbled by. I busied myself straightening our table and fighting back another round of tears.

I did a good thing, I know. But somehow I don't feel anyone could ever do enough. $208. Yes, we could have used the money. But my 10 yr old came home with a new bike. Their 10 yr old is gone.