Story from last night's guild meeting. We gift charity quilts to various groups and places around town. A young child's quilt was made and given to a local charity. The child was fostered. The child was subsequently diagnosed as having a major, life long, possibly termial illness. Somewhere along the line, the child chose the quilt as "his." Every night that child is held in his foster mother's arms, wrapped in his quilt, and goes to sleep.
Does the impetus for making the quilt really matter all that much or is the important thing that child, in those arms, wrapped in that quilt? Think about how we all felt knowing one of us participated.
Choose your answer and then act? No matter what.
Pat