inspired by Jay's "All I Want for Christmas" post.
When I was in 4th grade, my family was poor. My mom was on Maternity leave and the family’s sole income was from my step-dad. He was a tree surgeon and work isn’t great in the winter time especially the messy Tennessee winters. As a child, I didn’t realize just how poor we were. I mean, I knew we didn’t have the things that other people had, but I was used to our standard of living. I am sure that I had no idea about my family’s economic situation, but now I know and I know that it was way more screwed up than being out of work.
My mother, knowing that she was not going to be able to buy us much of anything for Christmas, gave our names to the Salvation Army for the Angel Tree. The only toy I had asked for was a Transformer named Slingshot. I wanted it so bad.
On Christmas morning I woke up and under the tree was the only present I remember getting that year or for some of the years around it. I had Slingshot. I opened him, transformed him a few times, and then put him on my dresser. I don’t think I ever played with him again. I didn’t want him to get broken, and I didn’t want my then 6 year old brother getting a hold of it.
I believe my mom told me that it was an Angel Tree gift when I got it. I don’t think I fully appreciated it at the time. I recognized it as nice and was happy to get what I wanted. As the years passed and I was faced with other small Christmases, I grew to realize just how nice the gesture was. I have since bought items for Angel Trees, Toys for Tots, Book Trees, and for poorer children that I knew personally. That one Christmas twenty-one years ago has inspired a need in me to want to help people at this time in year. The person that picked my Angel gave the gift of compassion as well as a simple transformer. It is something I will never forget and something that I will never be able to repay.