This morning as I’m sipping My Precious–a steaming cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee, the thing I missed most last week after my husband and kids–I’m also drinking a companion cup of Bittersweet.

One of my oldest and most entertaining blogging buds decided to write about me today and I’m afraid I might sound a wee bit OC.

You wanna know what kind of friend I am?  I’m the one who will tell you you’ve got a Texas-size wad of spinach between your teeth before you go out in public; I’m the one who discreetly hands you a tissue when you’ve got neon sign-flashing bats in the cave; and, even if you’re a complete stranger?  If I noticed you’ve forgotten to zip up, I’ll whisper or motion or DO SOMETHING to let you know, ’cause at the core of my being I’m all about my fellow (wo)man.

I’ve got your back and your front.

It’s only logical this would translate to writing as well.

I started reading Confessions of a Pioneer Woman shortly after she discovered what a “blog thingy” was, back when she professed her undying love for me and told me she “loved waking up with me every morning….”  It was always clear Ree had a gift, and when her readership exploded, sometimes if I noticed an occasional typo, I’d email her to let her know; I couldn’t have my waking-up-every-morning-together partner showing up with a blemish.

Anyways, last Fall Marlboro Man and their girls went with Compassion International to the Dominican Republic, on a trip similar to the one I took last week.  They saw how Compassion’s work makes a difference in the children’s lives it touches, and not only the sponsored child, but his or her family as well.  Marlboro Man’s posts prompted hundreds of people to sponsor children in need–to me, the greatest use of the written word, to benefit others.

Compassion children India That’s why she’s talkin’ about me behind my back today…not just to hold hands and stroll down bloggerly memory lane, but to spotlight Compassion International and its amazing, life-changing work.

So…for those of you “meeting” me for the first time, really, truly, I’m not a typo nazi (though I’ve been known to be a one-woman freak show).  I’m holding tightly to the adage “There’s no such thing as bad press,” thankful for Ree’s post about Compassion International and our trip, especially if you’re learning about it for the first time!  

I hope you’ll consider sponsoring a child of your own; you’ll find as you invest in that relationship, your financial contribution and letters are reciprocated with love and appreciation and a life changed for the better because of your generosity.

{Sincere thanks, Ree <3.  I’m a little mortified that I ever did this, but I couldn’t be more thankful to you for posting about our Compassion trip!}

Photo credit:  Keely via Compassion’s Flickr site

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