To kick off CF Awareness month, I'm making a pledge to make an entry a day for the entire month. This isn’t a big pledge, though in the past I have always had trouble writing once a day. Not this time! You can hold me to it.
I received quite a surprise this morning when a woman I haven't spoken to in some 20 years (she was a high school girl back then) wrote me a lovely email and donated to the Great Strides walk. Thank you Sara! She and I went to a homecoming dance and to her prom back in the 80's. The prom was memorable if only because it was at the height of Prince mania and the guy who drove us to the dance was a Prince fanatic. That night we went to Pennsylvania (it was Pennsylvania, wasn't it? It's very fuzzy). During the drive we listened to a Marillion album. Marillion? What's that all about?
I have to admit that I wasn't the most mature date back then. I believe you would call me... hmmm, what's that word, an ass. At least, that's the way I remember it. Still, Sara and I remained friends until I went to college and we lost touch.
Let me spell this out for the 10 or so of you who still read Thunderbolt. This woman has not seen or spoken to me in 20 years. She only knows about me through the blog. I could be an axe murderer (I'm not, Sara, really). And she still DONATES! That, my dear friends, is generosity. That is human kindness. And that is what I am asking all of you to do. Please click on the link and donate.
I promise not to preach all month. But since this is May 1, I have a right to preach. It’s my son’s life we’re talking about.
Aloha
I received quite a surprise this morning when a woman I haven't spoken to in some 20 years (she was a high school girl back then) wrote me a lovely email and donated to the Great Strides walk. Thank you Sara! She and I went to a homecoming dance and to her prom back in the 80's. The prom was memorable if only because it was at the height of Prince mania and the guy who drove us to the dance was a Prince fanatic. That night we went to Pennsylvania (it was Pennsylvania, wasn't it? It's very fuzzy). During the drive we listened to a Marillion album. Marillion? What's that all about?
I have to admit that I wasn't the most mature date back then. I believe you would call me... hmmm, what's that word, an ass. At least, that's the way I remember it. Still, Sara and I remained friends until I went to college and we lost touch.
Let me spell this out for the 10 or so of you who still read Thunderbolt. This woman has not seen or spoken to me in 20 years. She only knows about me through the blog. I could be an axe murderer (I'm not, Sara, really). And she still DONATES! That, my dear friends, is generosity. That is human kindness. And that is what I am asking all of you to do. Please click on the link and donate.
I promise not to preach all month. But since this is May 1, I have a right to preach. It’s my son’s life we’re talking about.
Aloha
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