I’m sending out some of my fundraising letters tonight and thinking of this:
The class of 1988 at my local high school growing up donated their senior trip money to help to a local boy desperate to get a bone marrow transplant. I remember feeling so proud when this happened- even though I was not a part of that class and I didn’t know him or his family. It was amazing, the whole town came together. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it.
When I first started this Team in Training adventure this memory wasn’t clear in my mind. It resurfaced a couple of weeks ago. I remembered his name and can almost remember a picture of him (maybe from the back of a yearbook?) I don’t think I will ever forget this story-it was probably in the back of my mind when I decided to be a bone marrow donor earlier this summer. I’m incredibly proud of my hometown and the people in it – and am feeling really homesick and nostalgic tonight….!