I wasn't going to buy a subscription, because I just couldn't rationalize it.
A hundred dollars is a lot of money.
It's a blog, for goodness sakes, and I didn't care about the ads.
But I admit to thinking that if someone gifted me that I'd have to pay it forward, but was thinking that because I never ever imagined anyone spending 100 dollars on me.
Imagine, a complete stranger spending 100 dollars on me.
I mean, look at my contributions to this site.
They're nothing compared to the time and effort that people put into writing meaningful diaries.
Look at today's Pootie Diary!
Or yesterday's Pootie Diary!
Or Tricia's devotion to the Pootie Diaries, and her diaries to help someone in need.
Or Sara R and Ann's devotion to the quilts.
Or Nurse Kelley, and no more needs to be said.
Or the IGTNT diaries.
Last night, I saw my email thing light up, and I thought that it'd be another penis enlargement ad or sexy single young guys looking for a cougar (me?) in my area.
And then I opened my email and burst into tears.
(crying now, because I still cannot believe it)
We're luckier than most, and so it wasn't a problem at all to want to give back and make someone else's day.
The gift to me meant more than I can ever express, especially knowing that so many more deserve it and rightly so.
If I had money to spare, I'd buy so many more people subscriptions, because I know how it felt to get one so unexpectedly and I want to share in those feelings.
I'm very glad that I was able to pay it forward, and I think that this is the very first time that I've ever received such a gift, and was able to pay it back to another.
It just makes this Christmas even brighter.
This is a song that my husband, and our deceased daughter, and I used to play -
And a special mention
Merry Christmas to Hylas Brook - you were here, and you were loved, and you are not forgotten.
You live in my heart and I'll always remember and love you forever.