2008. Mom works for a non-profit at this time. They are having a schwanky fundraiser, so the P.A. system is volunteered, world music streamed via the laptop. Throw me in a monkey suit and you nearly have yourself a real D.J.
My old lady, bless her heart, volunteers to come with. En route, I tell her of a music festival in Florida that has three of her favorite bands on the same bill: Medeski Martin & Wood, Les Claypool, and of Montreal. We're both amped, but even talking through the logistics is a disaster. We humbly conclude that we can afford the festival, but not the transportation. It would have been financially irresponsible. Bummed, we enter the gig...
The non-profit is an off shoot of another non-profit. The first one gets big ugly pharmaceutical companies to donate medicine to third world countries. One problem they encountered, was that if they could offer medicine to a specific child, the cost of getting to and from the hospital and the lack of the day's wages were catastrophic to the family. The second non-profit was setup for people to sponsor these families with Cash, so they could afford to take advantage of the medicine and treatments from the first company.
The whole thing was confusing & saddening. We realized a sponsorship was $240 yearly. $20 per month. It was an easy decision to pick up a sponsorship.
At the end of the fundraiser they put all the new accounts into a big hat for a raffle.
"The winners of our first raffle item, 2 free airline tickets anywhere in the United States, is..."
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