Today I’m in the city, doing some gruntwork and manual labor with people I consider to be family.
The Make-A-Wish folks grant wishes for kids with life-threatening illnesses. That’s what they do, and they’re really good at it.
I had a life-changing opportunity to work with them a few years ago on a special project.
Ben (who’s now a tall teenager) is a very smart guy whose wish was to develop a video game where the player fights cancer cells, to send back to kids who were still in the cancer treatment center he had just gotten out of.
Make-A-Wish got us together (with some help from my muse), and gave us all the support we needed to finish the project. As families go, they’re a good one.
…so obviously, when I get an email from Tim (the Volunteer Manager) asking for a few folks to help moving boxes in the wish lab, I’m there.
Some of their volunteers are former wish kids, giving back.
When we’re all done, I could swear I smell cookies. It turns out the Make-A-Wish offices actually have a special cookie oven (I kid you not). Tim is making a fresh batch as a thank-you for the volunteers. See, some grown-up wishes get taken care of too. That’s the kind of place this is.
Dedicated cookie oven in the office. Genius.
Random assertion: A kid can be a role model to a grown-up. That’s allowed.
Steganographic data: 1864/4.0