For some reason, Gerry signed up for the Relay for Life event, to walk in the "Survivors Lap". We had no idea exactly what to expect. I had often donated to this event, and we always knew people who walked to raise money for the American Society Event, but we had never actually attended.
What we found was so surprising and amazing! There was an air of "festival" all around. There were tents set up where obviously people planned to stay the night. There were many vendors selling related articles, presumably to raise money. There was a concession stand. Inside there was a spaghetti dinner going on, and people doing Zumba of the field. In fact, activities were planned every half hour throughout the night, from midnight to 6 a.m.
At first, we had no idea where to go or what to do. Then finally, when the Opening Ceremonies began, it began t take shape. In the picture above, the survivors group are gathered to begin the event. Picture a rectangle (football field) with people standing inside that rectangle all the way around, facing outward. When the survivors do their lap, the spectators and teams all applaud! Imagine getting a standing ovation for surviving! But that is exactly what happened.
I have often seen pictures in the newspaper of people walking in that, with comments about how meaningful it was. But until I had experienced it personally, I could not have imagined how that felt. It was actually for survivors and caregivers, which is why I was there walking with Gerry. Quite a few of the survivors were in wheel chairs and a companion pushed them. At one point, being applauded along the way, Gerry had a very emotional response, which surprised him. It is difficult to express how it felt to walk around that field to a constant barrage of applause for beating cancer!
In Gerry's case, he is a double survivor. We have always been very very grateful for that, but never thought about it as a public gathering and celebration.
Survivors unite!
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Saturday, June 20, 2015
Friday, June 19, 2015
Earth Is Our Home
Inspired by the theme of this year's Community Arts Challenge, I have written a poem, or more accurately, lyrics which will become a song. I trust that the talented composer Fry will do her part and a lovely piece of music will emerge. It begins with this:
Beautiful
Home
Earth is our home,
Beautiful home,
Like no other place,
we’ve ever found
in outer space.
Earth is our home, beautiful home.
She is spotted with mountains,
how high they rise,
blanketed with oceans
that dance with the tides.
Adorned with valleys
And dressed up with trees.
Creatures and flowers,
Play their part, come and go;
Rise in the spring,
Die with the snow.
They take what they need,
but nothing more,
as it should be, as it should be.
Blessed by the sunlight,
clean and pure;
caressed by the wind,
may Earth endure.
Without poisoning the atmosphere,
wind and sun could sustain us here,
if only we dare; if only we care,
for our mother earth, who gave us birth.
Earth is our mother
Who nurtures and feeds
Who gives us seeds and
fish and corn.
How we deface her,
unmindful of species,
of life yet unborn.
Earth is our home;
Our fragile
home;
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