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I am going to kind of go out on a limb and make this article an undisguised appeal. I was spurred to this action by requests to get the word out to help with two charities, one that helps kids, and the other that helps our furry friends. Kids and dogs? How could I refuse? When my existence was that of the typical middle class person, decent job, decent house, Thanksgiving was about which invitation to accept, in addition to giving thanks for my blessings. As a single female, I was the object of the maternal instinct of female friends who made sure to invite me to dine with their families. One Thanksgiving, I had dinner at one house and dessert at another. This Thanksgiving is different. As is the case with so many of my fellow citizens, who are suffering financially, quite frankly, turkey with all of the trimmings is not exactly paramount in my mind. Having become painfully associated with that word “need,” without sounding like a saint, a position for which I am woefully unqualified, I have decided that I am going to make sharing with those in need, a big focus of my existence. Charity does begin at home.
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