Monday, October 8
What can be done in three days?
You'd be amazed.I just spent three days experiencing the world the way we'd like it to be. Well, except for the cancer and the porta-potties . . . Everyone encouraged each other; they applauded the appearance of others; they picked them up when they fell; iced and bandaged their sore places; provided music and dancing and food and lots and lots of Gatorade. (As always, you can see more detail by clicking on the photos.)I was fortunate enough to be a member of the crew that supported the 2,300 Philadelphia Breast Cancer 3-Day walkers over their 60-mile journey this past weekend. Being a part of the crew that feeds, hydrates, and cheers on the walkers is hard work that allows for very little sleep, but it is so rewarding. They say, "You never feel like you count so much as when you’re being counted on this much."Yep.I walked the 60-mile event two years ago, and I know how much I appreciated the ever up-beat, sometimes wacky crew who coddled me through my event. It was a wonderfully surreal place in time then, as it was during this past weekend, and it'll take me a few more days to regain my cynicism.Such an interesting bunch of walkers, who came to the event from so many different perspectives: daughters, sisters, husbands, survivors . . . So many touching stories and moving moments.The enthusiasm generated by the 3-Day machine was contagious even to those who just happened across our path. Community support along the route was really impressive.Arriving at Holding and especially the Closing ceremony was such a powerful and emotional experience -- and our crew had the best seats in the crowd!Everyone raised a shoe when the survivors (wearing pink) walked in.Friends and family came from near and far to welcome the walkers back. It was really touching. At least most parts . . .The Philly 3-Day raised 6.5 million dollars for the cause. . .