It all started when I went to visit my uncle he was in hospital and still is being treated for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I made him a present, a little sock with his name sewed on with buttons. It was then that I thought about selling my old toys for charity to help him and others like him.
On my first day of selling in the summer holidays I waited and waited for a customer, but nobody came. So I asked my mum if I could go to the park and sell my toys and books. There were lots of children but when they saw my sign the parents said no to them buying my toys. I got quite upset but mummy said “God loves a trier”): So I stored that information in the back of my mind and was determined to carry on.
When I got back from the park
Throughout the next hour I met an old gentleman walking to the local pub he gave me £5 and yet didn’t buy anything. Although he did say he would come back again with his wife and spend more money for a toy for their handicapped son. At the end of the day I had collected £35.
On day two, I got up early in the morning around 8am and started up my business once again. The sun was shining down on my toys like a spot light. Many people came but I particularly remember a man who came and donated a pound. Ten minutes later he returned with his wife who generously gave me all her change. When she did so she said “have it all, you need it more than I do”.
Another ten minutes went by and then their son came back and gave more money. Afterwards a builder gave a pound. Another man drove passed a few times but ignored me. Then at the end of the day he returned and said “I’ve seen you out here all day so I must buy something.”
I use to shout quite loudly “Toys for sale, all the money goes to charity”, and throughout those days I met some lovely people, the man who had the handicapped son came back with his wife and bought an electric microwave and a music box.
Also I met people who lived down the lane , there was a family with two children who bought some toys, a lady who donated five pounds who then referred her friend her to me. That same lady even sent her daughter who lived in Eastbourne.
People were very kind and many had had friends or family who had been sufferers of non Hodgkin’s.
I just hope that this small contribution I have made will help your charity in some way.