The Contest is no joke and I am dead serious about it!

It has come to my attention from 2 "kindly worded" emails that I received that apparently they think my contest is a feeble attempt at humor and the prizes are a joke and that no one would be willing to give that much. Here's the funny part.....the joke's on them. This contest is a very serious contest. It's about giving to others who don't have. Instead of wasting $85.00 on a box of cards feeding your card habit why not take into consideration what $85.00 could get someone who is perhaps homeless or living in a shelter due to circumstances beyond their control. That lady in the shelter could have been a victim of abuse and has nowhere else to go. That family of four could've had a fire and lost everything. We don't know all of the stories but they're there for a reason. Some people need blood transfusions and blood supplies are low. Blood donors are badly needed. What about the mother and father of a family that lost their jobs and have not been able to find employment. There are children who will not be getting presents on Christmas Day due to things beyond their control. There are families who will go without a meal on Christmas Day. The point of the contest is to make the holiday good for someone who may not have it so good and to give some a little bit of comfort or happiness in a difficult time. I take this contest very serious and I'll tell you why in the short form. I'm going to expose a little bit of my soul:

On my 10th birthday my parents divorced and my Father chose to leave me out of his life. He paid hardly anything in child support and chose to leave at the worse of times. So I had lived with my mother who had Cancer at the time and I chose to help her since my Father wouldn't. My mother could not work a full time job due to her illness. I know what it's like seeing the opening up of Christmas gifts of others and yet knowing it was ok that my mother did not get me anything because she couldn't and I understood but yet she felt so horrible about it. Between Mom going back and forth for chemo treatments and holding my mother's head in my hands at time because she was puking so much I kind of never got to do most things kid did. I had to be an adult at a young age. My mother is a cancer survivor but she is also Diabetic. She has lost her right leg from the knee down due to infection and just recently had half of her right middle finger removed due to infection settling into the bone. This is another reason why I have listed as giving a donation to Cancer Research or Diabetes research.
I know what it's like to be at the bottom of the barrel. I know what it's like to have nothing. Am I angry? No. Am I sad? Yes. I'm sad because someone would think that giving to someone else would be a joke. Better yet here's my thought:

To Randy & Glenn P. who so kindly wrote me: I'd be willing to bet that you two gentlemen are pack searchers. I'd be willing to bet that you would probably take a 1987 Donruss Greg Maddux rookie and sell it on Craigslist for 100.00 gem mint status. I'd be willing to bet that you when you were kids you stole money from your Mom's purse. I'd also be willing to bet that you don't wash your hands after peeing or wiping.....EVER. I'd be willing to bet that you two are the kind of idiots who praise Beckett and shun EBAY values. I'd be willing to bet that once santa finds out your address you're gonna get more than lumps of coal.

So yes the contest is very real and it is true to my heart.