Yesterday, after coming home from The Christmas Spectacular with the Rockettes, I noticed that my house was pretty chilly. At first, I blamed it on the fact that my husband likes to sleep with a window open. Another bad sign was that there was no hot water. So I armed myself with a flashlight and went into a section that I rarely visit. The oil tank section and much to my horror. The oil gauge read empty.
I immediately called the oil company. They wanted an extra one hundred dollars to come out on a Sunday. Forget that, I thought to myself. How cold could it really get inside the house? I didn't really need a shower before going to work. I could sponge it and put the hair up in a twist. So thinking that I was doing the smart thing, I snuggled with the husband in bed early. Can you say that it was 50 flipping degrees in the house this morning? I thought that my hands and feet were going to fall off.
By the time that I got to work, the oil company called and told me that my order was being processed. Was it ok for them to charge my card? A company that I have been with for over 5 years was asking me to pre-pay for my oil. No offense, I was told, just policy. What if I hadn't been able to come up with the money? Would they have let me freeze? I'm thinking, yes.
I am saddened by this. How many inner city children that I work with every day will be cold this winter? How many of them will count on the 6 hours that they are in school to be warm and fed 2 meals?
I guess the point is that even with my meager resources, I am thankful that I have them.