Pay It Forward

There's a certain magic that comes from random strangers from the internet banding together to make the world a tiny bit better. It's 100% true and I will put a dollar value to that magic at the end of the week. (The delay is because there are some shenanigans afoot that aren't quite tied up with a bow. Soon, my friends. Soon.)

There's also a certain magic that comes from not-so-random strangers joining in on the fun.

I've mentioned that some of you are AWESOME at writing gift receipt messages. Whether it's a name that reminds me that I have no freakin' clue who the majority of you are, a familiar twitter handle that's been in on the fun for years and years, or a clever joke among friends, I -love- all of the messages. This year, though. This year there was a message that stopped me in my tracks and made me feel all of the feels.

I wanted to post a photo of it, but there's a tiny bit of identifying information on there and we don't play that. So. Here's word-for-word what was typed in the little "Gift Message" box from Amazon, except that Imma drop the part that gives a bit more than a hint as to who sent the package.

Years ago "Christmas Crazy" delivered a smile to my daughter for Christmas, and now I'm glad to be able to give back. Thanks for doing this.

You are very welcome, L. And thank you, Center for Victims, for giving people the opportunity to turn things around.