Today was the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in San Antonio, Tx. I’ve been working on this project for the past 3 months, and to see numerous co-workers come out to show their support for such a worthy cause. It’s inspiring, it’s sad, it’s passionate. Oceans of Pink as far as the eye can see.
“I’m Racing for Tia Ginnie”, “For my mom”, “For my sister Irene”, “For ME”. Everyone there has a story. See… 1.3 million people (not just ladies) are diagnosed each year. This race is proof that there is power in numbers! And it shows the basic human desire to help your fellow man.
To look into the eyes of a woman who has lived through hell… who has lost her hair, lost weight (not in the good way), lost her dignity with pokes, prods, and cold machines… and who has come out victorious in the end is enough to choke up even the most grown up of men. Women represent the “mother” to all of us. The arms that held us when we were scared. The hands that wiped our tears away. The voice that soothed our worries.
It’s for them: Mother, Daughter, Sister, Aunt, friend, that I race. It’s for them: Mother, Daughter, Sister, Aunt, friend, that I organized a company wide fundraising effort that brought in over $13,000 in donations. For the countless test tubes of DNA that yield a positive result. For the faces without names. Breast Cancer will NOT win.
I AM THE CURE!
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