For many years now, I have been giving donations to my small, local community library. I've served as a long-time volunteer, and I've watched it grow. The library is close enough to my home that I can walk to it, which is important because I can't drive. This summer, I lost the job I held for 14 years and with it my health insurance. I had to decide whether I was going to keep making a large annual donation ($250) or keep that money for myself. I thought to myself: books are important. They make the world a huge place, not just for me, but for everyone in the village. The library's budget is very small, and if I don't help them, it will make a big dent, especially because they are expanding and remodeling (very modestly). So I decided to give the money to the library, but also more of my time. And, because I love books, and the smell and look and sheer potential of them, every time I go into the library to tidy up or catalog, I feel good, because it is something I helped build and am now sharing with everyone around me. That's worth much more to me than a little bit of money.
Review from #MyGivingStory