Pom Pom for Christmas!
Together, we can make my dream come true...
I wanted to be a veterinarian.
Some children dream of growing up to be astronauts. Others imagine themselves curing exotic diseases in Ethiopia or pulling babies out of burning buildings. And there is always that one kid, that overeager overachiever in the first row of any kindergarten class, who boldly declares: “I’m going to be president.” It doesn’t matter that the child is a girl or an illegal immigrant. In that fragile naïve stage before recess ends and reality begins, that child, that determined little dreamer, believes that he can be anything, have everything.
That child is wrong.
After all, there can only be one President (no matter how many people are working behind him). Regrettably, that child will one day find himself sitting on the scuffed seat of a dirty train sandwiched between two former dreamers, unable to recall who he voted for in the last election.
If he voted at all.
I realized I couldn’t become a veterinarian the moment I cut into the stomach of a cat in AP bio and saw dozens of pink thread-like worms restrained within the fleshy walls tangled in a ball of incest. Gagging, I tried to proceed with the assignment which required me to separate and remove each worm while keeping track of the total count.
Gross!
Since then I’ve toyed with other dreams. I auditioned to become the host of a teen talk show. I downgraded my goal of veterinarian to vet assistant but quickly realized I would still be in the vicinity of intestinal parasites. I thought I might be able to become the next great writer or at least a mediocre one with a series like R.L. Stein. I’ve traded those delusions for a new, more attainable goal. One that can be reached with your help.
I want to be the owner of a Pomeranian.
None of this “I want to make a difference” bullshit. Just straight up I want a fluffy fur ball that will sit on my feet when they’re cold and lick the peanut butter off my fingers when I’m too lazy to go wash my hands.
My birthday is coming up. So is Christmas. And let’s not make like Hallmark and forget Hanukkah and Kwanzaa. I don’t want anything for any of those days. No birthday shots or dinners. No Christmas cards or peppermint canes. No latkes or Kwanzaa…stuff. Just donations that will fulfill my one wish. A Pomeranian puppy by Christmas morning.
Ask yourself if you really want to be responsible for crushing the hopes of someone who has already downsized her dreams so many times before? Do you really want to be the cause of my surrender to total cynicism?
I have already started making sacrifices. I’ve sold one of my tiffany necklaces and now have $100 as the seed to my Pomeranian plant.
Ask yourself. “What can I sacrifice to keep dreams alive?” A quarter? A dollar? All contributions over $10 will receive something REALLY COOL in the mail. So be sure to send me your mailing address after you donate. (Click that paypal button on the right side of the screen.)
That’s it for now…check back for updates on my progress!
