I thought I'd share the email stream that my friends and family get about the event.So, here we are again. We scream closer to the event, and the goal is not met.I
was approached by the ghost of feral platypii past last night. Well,
approached is putting it lightly. I was mugged by the ghost of platypii
past last night. He reminded me, in no uncertain terms that I have only
reached the midway point of my fundraising goal. He then reminded me, in
even less uncertain terms, that we are one week away from the event.
There were other reminders past that, but this is a family broadcast.
*shudder*Now, let us be serious for a moment. The event
organizers claim a personal story helps to tug heart strings, whatever
those are...I've been to Children's Hospital of Birmingham. I
had to take Spawn, the Latter, there to verify she was not going to die. Instead,
she's just a ticking time bomb for the next generation, but I digress.While
I was there, I saw things. I saw child after child after child waiting
for their appointment. I saw the most sublime displays of children's art
juxtaposed with hospital sterilization that I could ever possibly
imagine. I saw and heard things that only occur in the nightmares of
parents, and I was only in the waiting rooms.But I will never
forget the 10-ish year old girl that came in for her regularly scheduled
dialysis appointment ... as if it was just another Friday afternoon.
She had her school books, a little snack, a book to read for pleasure,
and a DVD, in case she finished her homework a little early. You know,
everything you'd need for an afternoon hooked up to a huge medical
machine that going to clean out all the toxins in your blood. As she
entered the secured area, she warmly greeted all the doctors and nurses
with the same familiarity that I would greet the staff of my favorite
coffee shop as I stopped in for my morning cup of coffee.I don't
know the status of that little girl. I don't know if she's healthy or,
quite frankly, alive. I don't even know her name, as I only heard it in
passing for the 37 seconds our paths crossed. However, I do remember
being incredibly moved and touched by her upbeat attitude about the
situations, and I hope that my efforts last two Octobers got her, in
some way, a little comfort.And, if she is still with us, I hope we can get her a little more.=== PREVIOUS MESSAGE FOLLOWS ===Greetings (Again),If
you are receiving this updated message, then you didn't feel generous
the first time. Now, I tried to be nice the first time. I tried to send a
simple, unobtrusive email message to get you into the spirit. Well,
much like the bell ringers that I ignore in front of the Wal-Mart, you
ignored me.I probably should have seen that coming...However,
unlike those poor souls, I know how to contact you. And I can find out
where you live. So, so, so, you better feel lucky that I'm too lazy to
terrorize you people, but cause I could do it.Remember, it's not
for me, it's for those poor kids... and the feral platypii. Because,
we can make more children, but platypii are hard to come by.=== ORIGINAL MESSAGE FOLLOWS ===It's
that time of year again. The time when I beg you for money for charity.
See, unlike those bell ringers outside Wal-Mart, I don't do it when you
have ten bazillion holiday obligations...Once again, I will be
enduring a 24-hour marathon of gaming to raise money for Children
Hospital in Birmingham. All the money goes straight to them, and you get
to tell Uncie Samuel that you're good for that money. I'd REALLY like
to break $1000 this year, as I have come REALLY close for the past 2
year to doing so.This year, the event will take place on October
20th, beginning at 8 A.M. Once again, I will try to provide some web
streams, etc, if you want to point and laugh (especially if I have to
result to playing Dance Central at 4 AM to stay awake for the last
part.)Look at it this way, I'm going to badger you about this
for the next month. You might as well donate some money so you can
righteously tell me to shut the Smurf up.You can place your bid at the link below. Feel free to spread the word to anyone and everyone.I
thank you. The children thank you. Several breeds of feral platypus
thank you. Maybe, just maybe, doing so will help you feel the love felt
by re-fried beans when lovingly hugged in a warm tortilla.Enjoy your burrito.http://www.extra-life.org/participant/cgardner
