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Today, I'd like to discuss the joy of paying taxes. Yes, you read that right - the Joy of Taxes.
If you're a regular visitor here, you're probably assuming I'm using satire. And that would be a reasonable guess because, well...I do love satire. It's near the top of my list of Favourite Things, just below All Things Ludicrous and one up from Really Bad Puns. But this time, you would be mistaken - I am truly taking great pleasure in paying my taxes.
Now, before you choke on your snort of derision, let me explain: being self-employed, I don't have income tax deducted off each pay cheque throughout the year because, well...I don't get a pay cheque. Instead, I calculate the yearly net income of my business and submit my taxes based on that amount. Which means I begrudgingly (and with much bitching and grumbling) write the government a large cheque each tax season. But this year, everything is different.
As I wrote in my last post, My Sister is Velma Dinkley, my sister was recently diagnosed with a brain tumour and needs to undergo a very extensive surgery to have it removed - which will not cost her one single penny. She won't have to pay for the Neurosurgeon, nor for the Anaesthesiologist, nor the hospital stay, nor any medication. If she requires Home Care after the surgery, that will be free as well. Because in Canada, we believe in donating a small portion of our wealth to insure that all citizens have access to whatever health care they may require.
So....this year, there will be no bitching and grumbling as I begrudgingly write out the cheque for my income tax. In fact, I will happily - even joyfully - pay my taxes with pride and pleasure, knowing that my small donation will be helping save a life.