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It's never too late to donate. And if you hesitate, think of this guy!

Hi.



The Valencia Great Strides walk for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation is 10 days away. We're inching toward our fundraising goal, but we still need help.



I know what you're thinking, because heck, I've thought it myself at times. "I don't have a lot of money to give, so how can it possibly help."



My friends, every bit helps.



I will use Bernie Sanders as an example.  Not his politics, because this is definitely not about that, but the success of his campaign. Regardless of what you think of Mr. Sanders, he has raised A LOT of money through small donations. People with limited means believe in his cause and give what they can.



THAT is what I'm talking about. Most of the money that the Cystic Fibrosis Foundations takes in goes directly into research. So... every bit counts, no matter what the amount.



This year, Julie's school held two bake sales, selling cookies and Rice Krispie treats. They sold for a buck each. She doesn't work at a large school and most of the buyers were children. So we're talking a buck or two here and there for a week.



Those two bake sales raise close to $1000.



Every bit counts.



If after reading this you're still hesitant, then look at this kid's face. That smile. The joy. The innocence. The great future ahead of him. Help him.  Help Jacob and kids like him who suffer from cystic fibrosis. You can make a difference.  You DO make a difference. Every bit counts.



Thank you!



Now here's the link: page: http://fightcf.cff.org/site/TR/GreatStrides/120_Southern_California_Los_Angeles?px=2602145&pg=personal&fr_id=5010








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