When the wind became too much for me, Kmart was nice enough to let me ring my bell halfway inside as the doors on each side swished open and shut and the cart boys ran in and out retrieving much needed carts for busy shoppers. No fewer or no more stopped to drop something in and the children never ceased to watch and to wonder. So I walked away from the red kettle cold but satisfied. In trying to learn what was in the hearts of others, I found what was in mine. The Salavation Army needs your help, and my help, too.
Every child deserves to believe.
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