“One Dollar at a Time”

For those blog readers who read my social media posts, you might be aware that through the end of the year, I have pledged 100% of my personal share of paperback book royalties to animal rescues and organizations.

Book sales have been dismal as of late.   This pledge helps me reach more readers and, at the same time, helps animals.  Royalties are not much, but each dollar will be sent and has already been sent to several deserving destinations.

Sometimes, I feel discouraged that I can only send a couple of dollars.  I wonder if the rescues look upon a meager donation with different eyes.   I try not to be discouraged.   I have been thinking of my dad.   Each day, he would receive at least ten charity envelopes in the mail.   Multiply that by a week of mail and you will see how heaps of these letters piled up on his table.   He would put one dollar in each envelope until the time his arthritic fingers could not write any longer.   Nearing his final days, he asked my own daughter to make a form letter of sorts….apologizing to each charity because he could no longer donate …… He wrote out the words he wanted her to say, not an easy task for a man whose handwritten name was becoming a challenge.

Can you imagine.   This man believed his dollars were so important that these charities would miss his donations.   I remember on one occasion, a Native American charity sent my dad a crayon drawing made by a child.   My dad believed this drawing was made for him; I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was a form letter sent out to all who sent in money.   He showed it to me like it was done by his own grandchild.   I hoped those charities knew how much my father gave, not in monetary numbers……all those dollars took a dent out of a strict budget to which those of his generation adhered.

Each dollar to him was his gift; he worried about each charity when he was no longer able to help.

Each time I hit the PayPal button and give a dollar or two to an animal rescue or sanctuary, I think of my dad, his shaky, arthritic hands writing his name on each check.  My dad didn’t live to see any of my books……but his charitable spirit lingers on……Each dollar may not seem like much but each holds a priceless memory and legacy.

I will continue to honor my pledge until the end of the year.   If you purchase one of my books as a gift, you will help give a gift to a worthy cause.

Thank you,


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About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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