Plan backfires baldly, uh, er, badly
Monday, August 05, 2013 10:00 PM
I thought I had him.
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David Johnson, the executive director of MUFFY and a guy with a really full head of hair, had somehow talked me into coming out of "non-profit retirement" and running this year's MUFFY drive campaign. He's so smooth, he even had me thinking it was my idea. That's OK, I had a plan.
Let me digress.
I've run a drive or two in the past. Been a vice or co-chair once or thrice as well. Been there, done that and lost the t-shirt. You get the idea.
Back in the old days, we used to show up, go to a few meetings, lead a cheer here and there and voila, we raised money. The old days. Long time ago.
Fund-raising is tough business today. We've gone through some rough sledding with the economy and there aren't as many jobs as there used to be. Raises aren't what they used to be. Life isn't either. Funny thing, prices and the cost of hanging around the planet hasn't gone down. It seems to keep going north while the resources we have slink ever southward.
The first thing to take the hit in our little above scenario are the things that aren't essential. That makes sense. Important things like a roof, stuff to eat, come first. Giving to a charity? Well, it's just not the biggest priority.
And that's one of the reasons why the MUFFY drive has fallen from more than half a million dollars to just more than $350,000.
So one thing led to another and I found myself volunteering to help out on this drive once again. (Just between you and me, and please, don't tell David this, but I don't mind. It's really an honor to be involved.)
It's OK, I had a plan. When the drive kicked off last week, I waited until just the right moment when I thought David wasn't looking and I grabbed the microphone. I looked at the 50 or so good folks assembled there and told them that if we could somehow hit that $500,000 mark David had graciously agreed to shave his head.
Not counting the fact that David's lovely wife was shooting daggers at me, I was pretty pleased with myself. That is until I noticed that David was indeed looking. In fact, he came straight over, took the mike away and surprised me by telling the crowd that he had in fact agreed to that . . . and that I had, too.
I hate it when a plan doesn't come together.
So dear friends, this might be a good time to consider your charitable giving. But if you want to wait until 2014, my head and the thinning hair I have left would appreciate it.