I’m running the NYC Marathon in 40 days.
I have a friend who is also running it, and her son is in the same class as Number 3.
Last week after Number 3’s Open House, we were talking. My friend asked me what I was doing the night before the race. When was I going to get into the city? What hotel was I staying in?
I’m a wing-it kind of a girl.
And while I hate that feeling of being under pressure and under the gun, that’s when I do some of my best work.
I’m supposed to be following the training plan that Team in Training has given me for the marathon.
Truth be told, I haven’t even opened the email with the link to the plan.
I can’t even find it.
Right now, my only goal is to make it through this weekend…The 5K for Christopher is on Sunday, and I haven’t ordered the medals. I haven’t picked up the raffle prizes. I don’t have any food donations. I don’t even have any volunteers lined up yet.
So knowing what I’m going to do 39 days from now is like an eternity away for me.
But I have been worrying about it a little bit.
I have no idea what time I need to be there for the marathon. But it’s going to be early. And I really want my family to be there. And getting them into the city at 5:00 in the morning will be kind of a logistical nightmare.
But I have a whole 38 days to figure that out.
I also didn’t want to get into the whole money thing with my friend. I didn’t want to tell her that there was no way in hell I could afford a hotel room in the city.
I never know who reads the blog.
Maybe she knew that I’d have to return an assload of cans and bottles if I wanted to save up enough cash for a hotel.
Maybe she had no idea. But I wasn’t about to get into it at Open House.
So Saturday morning, I sat down at the computer to write the post for the day.
Of course I checked facebook first.
There was that little red number over the message icon.
It never fails to elicit excitement.
You just never know what’s going to be behind that number.
Sometimes it’s something lame.
Sometimes it’s something annoying.
But sometimes, it’s this:
Hello there. So, I have something I want to share with you. I know someone that has “God Money”. “God Money” is money this person takes out of her paycheck weekly and sets a side and then gets to give it where it is needed. I told this person about you. She wants to pay for your hotel stay in the city for the marathon. The marathon has enough stressors attached to it. Paying for your hotel should not be one of them. It gives this person great pleasure to be able to help others. You should book your room. Find out if you can stay one night or if there is a two night minimum. Let me know how much it will be and the money will be sent to you. This person is very excited about doing this for you. Happy Saturday!
Ho. Lee. Shit.
Well,
I guess my friend reads the blog.
So I just sat there in front of the computer.
Bawling.
God Money?
Are you fucking kidding me?
How awesome is that?
Who the hell is This Person?
How awesome is she?
God Money.
You know, my husband was a little unsure about me putting this financial stuff out there. What would people think of us? What will they say?
I didn’t have an answer initially.
But now I do.
Some people will judge, I’m sure.
Who cares.
I get judged every day by people who don’t know me.
They’d do that no matter how much money I have in the bank.
Screw them.
Other people? The people who care?
(And there are A LOT of them)…
Those people will say,
“Let me help you.”
Those people will say,
“What can I do?”
Those people will say,
“What is your address? I have clothes to send you.”
Those people will tell you about God Money.
God Money.
I just love that.
Things are going to turn around for us financially.
I know they will.
And when they do, I can tell you one thing.
When things turn around, there’s gonna be one more God Money fund in existence out there.
Thank you, This Person.
I’m inclined to say that you have no idea how much this means to me.
But I don’t know.
Something tells me that you probably do.
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This made me smile, b/c I’ve been there. I was a single mom of 3 small kids for a number of years (then a single mom of 3 older kids)…and finances were tight. Heck, being married again, they STILL are tight. But friends, and online friends, helped me through. And when things were good, or at least better, for me, and I saw someone with a need, I would in turn help them. Pay it forward, give it back…whatever you want to call it…. God money, helping a stranger….angels unaware are out there. They are sent to be blessings, not to make us feel guilty. And when you get to have a turn being the angel, the blessing truly is your own!
Enjoy your stay in the city… this post made me smile!
You need a “like” button on here. I always want to hit it and then remember I’m not on Facebook.
Awesomeness!
Isn’t it nice to know that there’s still goodness and kindess in this world? I’m so happy to hear you have one less thing to stress about.
This brought tear to my eyes! Yes! God money! Thank you stranger for helping Susie..she is good people!
Don’t forget to pack a watch Susie..don’t need to stress about that and then run all over NY again..LOL
I think that people like to help if they can. The people that judge (about monetary things) have never “been there”. Most people have “been there.” Some people have been there not as bad….some worse. Roll your eyes and say a prayer for the judgers…that they never have to experience “being there”….(or maybe if you aren’t in a giving mood that day say a prayer that they get a taste)