Red Cross has burnt its bridges with more than one of us, I see...
My parents have a horror story regarding the Red Cross from WW II..the details of which I don't quite remember, but both of them have repeatedly expressed utter contempt for the organization.
They burnt a bridge with me too.
A few years ago I walked out of my flooded apartment with nothing but the wet clothes on my back. A Red Cross vehicle on higher ground said that to recieve help I had to report to an office downtown, via what form of transportation who knows, and fill out paperwork, then I'd recieve a voucher in the mail some weeks later...(I wanted a pair of dry shoes at the time or at least some plastic trash bags to carry personal effects out of the apartment) a policeman, not the Red Cross, later allowed me to call someone on his cell who was able to drive over an hour away to get me. I was still barefoot. A resident at the complex later told me that the apartment owner rather than the residents was the one who eventually got the vouchers.
Me too. I only give to The Salvation Army.
Count me in.