When I was in middle school, I had a teacher who had muscular dystrophy. He taught band. I was a thoroughly disappointing band student, but that's not the point of this post. (I started on flute, but had to switch to xylophone because I couldn't figure out flute.) The school did a fundraiser for muscular dystrophy. I don't remember what charity it was. I don't think it was the Parent Project one in the title, but they've got a four star rating on Charity Navigator so that's who I picked.
It was one of those fundraisers where they put cards up with your name on them in the halls if you donate. They were clovers. You got a green one for just donating, and a gold one for donating more than $10, I think. Anyway, I had a reasonable amount of spending money at the time. I think it was money I got from Easter. You know, from family and stuff. So I donated like $25, and had two gold clovers on the walls.
Then there was a parent night thing. I had kind of hoped they wouldn't see, but my parents found one of my gold clovers. I lied, and said I had donated less than I did, but they were still angry.
My parents have tried, many times throughout my life, to teach me that it's wrong to donate money to charity on purpose. Like, it's not that bad to put coins in a bell-ringer's bucket (it totally is) but actually going out of your way to figure out who you think needs your help and getting money to them is just one of the most awful things you can do with money.
Fortunately, that didn't sink in. Or, my sense of charity is part hateful rebellion against my parents. Either way, I picked this one because (a.) I realized I hadn't picked any charities that had to do with disability in America, and (b.) when I saw this one in my googling it reminded me how much that pissed me off when I was 14.