I’m a fairly easygoing person. Very little bothers me. Which is probably why solicitors at my door and telemarketers on my phone don’t bug me.

What DOES bother me? Scammers.

A few years ago – 7 to be exact – a young girl came to my door. She was in her early 20’s, spoke little English and had a very thick German accent. She was also very sweet and funny. Because of these qualities she was able to convince me to buy 18 books from her…for half a fortune. Do I regret the purchase? Nope. Claire loves those books — and I get the added bonus of never having to buy them again.

Even though we’ve moved, and it’s been 7 years. At least twice a year, someone comes to my door and tries to sell me those same overpriced educational books…and twice a year I get to explain I already own them.

But, today when the seller came knocking something was off. In the past they were all college kids. This time it was a women in her 30’s who rather frantically explained she was a recovering addict who just got out of jail, and was selling books to earn job credit and to hopefully get her kids back from social services.

I gotta tell you, red flags were going up all over the place. Not so much from her checkered past…but from the way she was acting while she told me about it.

When I explained that we already had these books, she asked me for a cash donation to help inner city kids… A cash donation of $250. 😐

Needless to say, I politely asked her to leave.

I thought that was the end of it, until I turned around and saw Claire standing there. Her eyes were wide and she seemed confused as she asked me, “Why didn’t you give the needy kids the books? It could have been our weekly giving.”

I didn’t have the words or heart to explain scams to my nine-year-old. So instead, I said, “You’re right. I didn’t think of that.” And then I suggested we look up a charity online that would help those needy kids get some books after all.

We found, Inner City, Inner Child.

I’m not 1,000% sure that the lady at my door was trying to con me…but, I’m a million percent sure that by giving $50 to Inner City, Inner Child my money IS going to help kids. That’s all that matters.

I’m incredibly grateful to have the kindhearted child I have. Thank you, Claire for believing in spreading light and love and the joy of reading.

The books that inspired Claire’s giving this week.