The taxing of my fragile sanity (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 24 2011	Views/Reads: 2678/5	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I'm fine now, but such was not the case this past week. Normally, I am not given to procrastination, except when it comes to giving my money away. I am not Mr. Scrooge but I am Mr. Fugal.

I'm fine now, but such was not the case this past week. Normally, I am
not given to procrastination, except when it comes to giving my money 
away. I am not Mr. Scrooge but I am Mr. Fugal. 

I always pay my income tax but I also wait until the last minute to
write that check and autograph it for good old Uncle Sam. I was 
thankful to have several extra days to do it this year. Instead of 
April 15, the government extended to April 18. I am not sure the reason 
nor do I care to know what it is, it is enough that I had several extra 
days to send in my money. 

Every year I know I need to send money and I make certain preparations
for it. Such as, setting up a lemonade stand, buying lottery tickets 
and putting my used clothing on eBay. Of course, none of these things 
work but at least I try. 

This year I decided to use one of those popular tax programs. According
to all the advertisements, these are very easy to use and will save me 
millions of dollars in taxes I might otherwise owe. 

I purchased the tax program and installed it on my computer. So far,
nothing could be easier. I was anxious to find out how much I was going 
to save on my income tax this year. I do not mind paying my share of 
taxes; I just want to make sure I am paying my share and not somebody 
else's. It is, as I have heard, my patriotic duty. 

I was all set to tackle this chore and I had all day to do it. I figured
it would take me maybe two hours and then I could go out and celebrate. 
I was thinking of an Apple Fritter at the time. 

My folder containing all of my tax information was at my left hand,
right in front of me was my computer and the tax program up and running 
and all things were ready for me to dig in and do it. I love it when a 
plan comes together. 

Entering all of the personal information was easy and I breezed through
it quickly. I cannot tell you how many times I have sent my birthday to 
good old Uncle Sam and to this day, I have yet to receive a birthday 
card from him. You would think with all the money I sent him through 
the years he could at least send me a birthday card on my birthday. 

Now came the chore of entering in all my financial data. Thankfully, my
income is under $250,000 so I do not need to worry about any increase 
in my taxes. Of course, there is a side of me that wishes quite 
strenuously that my income would at least be $249,999. I could live on 
that. 

I very studiously entered in all of the financial data, listing all of
my deductions. I was trying to find a category where I could deduct my 
Apple Fritter expenses for the year but was unsuccessful. I made a 
mental note to send a suggestion to Uncle Sam explaining why Apple 
Fritters were a necessary part of my income deduction strategy. 

I struggled on and finally came to the end of the steps in this program.
I sighed a deep sigh of relief that I was near the end of this job. I 
then clicked the button to see how much income tax Uncle Sam could 
expect from me this year. When I saw the figure, I almost passed out. 

According to this program, I owed more income taxes to Uncle Sam than my
actual income for the year. I know the government can seem a little 
greedy at times but this was rather ridiculous. For the next four 
hours, I frantically redid and redid my income tax and finally got it 
down to where I only owed Uncle Sam half of my income for the year. 

At this point, I did not know what to do. Unfortunately, I had spent
that half of my income along with the other half. With frantic nipping 
at my heels, I called someone across town I had done business with and 
knew she did income tax returns. Under saner circumstances, I would 
never concede to this kind of defeat. It was not my feet I was worried 
about, it was my wallet. 

I called her about three o'clock in the afternoon and asked if she could
do my tax return today. She told me she was leaving her office at five 
o'clock but if I hurried, she could see what she could do. I grabbed my 
folder, jumped into my car and raced across town. Are speeding tickets 
a deductible item on my income tax return? 

I got there in good time and during the next two hours she filled out my
income tax return. According to her calculations, I only owed a 
fraction of taxes that the income tax return program said I owed. 

Quite often we need help from other people. This reminded me of a Bible
verse I memorized years ago. "Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and 
shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not" (Jeremiah 
33:3 KJV). 

God is eagerly waiting for us to call upon Him so He can go into action
for us. Just call. 


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