Today we participated in a bake sale to raise money for our local homeschool group. This was the kind of thing I said I wasn’t going to do when we came back to the States.
Anyway, it was the sort of activity I dread going in to. I mean, we had to stand outside the main entrance of Wal-Mart and smile at people and make them want to buy and eat things we’d made at home. People we don’t know. I saw a couple of potential customers enter Wal-Mart through an alternate door so that they wouldn’t have to deal with us. I’m sure we kind-of looked like the Von Trapps without the matching outfits.
But, as usual, it turned out to be a learning experience for us. For me, in particular. I thought it was going to be a painful morning of being mostly ignored, people giving us suspicious, sidelong glances. Sneaking past us thinking, I wonder who those shiny people are, and Are they members of a cult?
Instead, several people gave us donations without even taking so much as a Rice Krispy treat. African-Americans, Latinos, old people, tatooed people, retired teachers, pregnant ladies, toothless ladies.
In short, people were friendly and generous. To be honest, it surprised me–in a totally good way.