I book a return flight to [insert any third world country here] for myself and my daughter, there I hire a guide who will keep us safe while my daughter and I experience how the other half lives.
For the entire week we visit locals who consider themselves fortunate if they have four walls and a roof, blessed if they still have family members and rich if they all have a meal that day. We will immerse ourselves in the poverty that is reality for millions, pitching in, helping out and donating time and money until both run out.
We will return to our working poor, middle class lives with our house and cars, toys and televisions, beds and full pantry, where we will give daily thanks for our abundance of riches, and strive to share our wealth in some small way every day for the rest of our lives.
Now that I’ve written this, I realize I could instead just take my daughter to the North End of our city to show her poverty and homelessness, and donate the full ten thousand dollars to places like Siloam Mission and Osborne House.