Every year I help coordinate a fundraising run/walk for a fantastic little non-profit organization that provides services to child abuse victims and their families. As always, the run/walk was held on Labor Day Monday, and I'm proud to say that it once again went off without a hitch, except for the fact that I had to start busting my hump at the ungodly hour of 6:30 AM on a holiday. I would call that a hitch, a big one.
Last year, I decided I needed a break, and although I did a little work leading up to the run/walk, I didn't even come to the event itself. It used to be that on Labor Day morning, I would be a ball of nerves from about 1 AM on, fretting over little details I had forgotten or the possibility that the weather wouldn't be perfect. Last year, though, when I awoke to thunder and heavy rain in the early morning, I had the luxury of rolling over and going happily back to sleep. "Suckers," was my sleepy, happy thought.
|Hors d'oeuvre is French for "horse eggs."|
Heck, if you are some sort of carbon-based life form then I probably asked you to volunteer.
(If you are feeling left out that I somehow missed asking you to volunteer, then by all means leave a comment! I'll sign you up to work at next year's event!)
Seriously, though, for a few days there I could barely restrain myself from begging anyone I made eye contact with to volunteer, as long as they seemed like responsible people. I generally took the fact that they had managed to keep themselves alive for as long as they did as evidence of sufficient responsibility to volunteer.
|The friends who didn't come|
through for me will not get a chance
to inherit my Escalade limo.
And that's a very sad thing.
Thanks to everyone who supported the run/walk, either through your dollars or your time. Everyone had a blast at the event, and more importantly, we raised thousands of dollars to help protect our community's most vulnerable residents. And seriously, you can barely even see that pimple.