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I’ve been working at Boyd’s Foundation for two months now. And I love it.
There’s a lot to do every day. First, we raise money—not just through events like the ones I’ve helped run, but by reaching out to billionaires who want to contribute… or just pay fewer taxes.
Then comes the harder part: deciding where to invest it. Whose lives we can improve.
That’s the part I hate.
I can handle numbers. I can charm self-absorbed rich people, plan galas in my sleep.
But when I’m handed a list of families barely surviving, and I have to choose—who gets help, who waits—it guts me. Who deserves more? The grandmother and her daughter, who lived in a crumbling house after the mother overdosed? Or the young couple drowning in medical bills for their sick child, while their heating system threa
