I’ve always been…how should I put this? A bit of a bleeding heart.

Or, really, I’m a BIG, HUGE bleeding heart. Stray puppies on the street melt me. Starving children on T.V. make me cry. People suffering injustice? I’m a puddle of goo.

Along these lines, I’ve always had a cause. In high school I was determined to be an AIDS activist. In college I was the co-coordinator of the Students Stopping Rape/Rape Prevention Education Program. I also volunteered as a Rape Crisis Advocate at the local rape crisis center. I was passionate. I was dedicated. I was removed.

Because none of it was ME. None of it, thankfully, had ever truly, personally effected me. They were just things I felt passionately about. Things I embraced, because they moved me.

Until that awful day a little over three months ago when the world turned upside down. I’m still reeling. It still takes my breath away. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about that little girl a thousand times. Not a day goes by that I don’t ache for her parents.

And not a day has gone by that I haven’t tried to think of ways to honor her life.

And now the day has come that I’m a part of something that honors her. Something that honors her by supporting families with babies in the NICU. Something that honors her by doing something in her name.

Something amazing.

I’m a Friend of Maddie. Are you?

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