(Writer's note: I've been busy putting together the Education Buzz--Life's a Carnival which will appear here on Wednesday. So instead of posting my usual witty observations, I'm posting my update on my 3-day for the Cure training. Jeepers Creepers, it's in four weeks. If you haven't donated and want to still donate for the cure, my BFF Jennifer still needs a bit more in order to walk. Remember I need her for that whole camping thing. Otherwise, I'll be sleeping on the ground being eaten alive by bears. OK, so maybe bears is a teensy weensy bit of exaggeration. How about eaten alive by coyotes? Armadillos? OK, chiggers then… So have a little pity and go here to donate to my BFF Jennifer, but before you do that, please read the post below…]
Lately I've spent quite a bit of time thinking about a guy I don't know. On Oct. 8, he walked the walk--you know the one, the 3-day for the Cure.
In April, I read a column by Leonard Pitts about his decision to participate in the Susan G. Komen 60-mile walk for the cure. Inspired by his words, I decided instead of donating money for his walk, I would walk the walk as well and signed up for the 3-day for the Cure in Dallas on Nov. 5.
Ever since I began this undertaking, Mr. Pitts has floated in and out of my thoughts. Admittedly, sometimes those thoughts weren't very warm and fuzzy especially when my walking buddies and I braved 100-plus degree heat to train.
Still, I am just as proud of the quarters raised by our high school students as I am of the outpouring of generosity of Mr. Pitts' readers. In some ways, I am even more proud of the fledgling Pink Panther Club formed just a month ago to increase breast cancer awareness at our school--all a result of our upcoming walk which in an odd way traces the start of its journey back to Mr. Pitts.
I always tell my journalism students that we often don't know how our words touch others or even if they do.
I checked on Mr. Pitts' recent columns to see what sort of update he had related to the 3-day for the Cure. Again, he had a particularly poignant piece writing that "…life is an understanding: We're all going to the same destination. The only difference is in what you choose to see along the way."
But I would have to add something to that observation because it's not just what you choose to see along the way, it's also who you touch along the way.
So because Mr. Pitts unknowingly touched my life, I will spend this weekend wondering and worrying how this stranger fared on his 60-mile walk.
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This is the photo shot by my buddy Mike McLean. I originally had it as my profile photo but everytime I posted a comment, this rather large photo would follow along. I found that, well, rather annoying, and I hate it when I annoy myself. So now I'm posting with a bunch of monkeys which sadly is probably a bit more accurate. I have left this photo up only because Mike is such a fab-u-lous photographer and because he insists I need to have some sort of "proper mug" on my site. Apparently, the boa one and the monkey one don't qualify. Go figure.
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