Sometimes I look around at the world and I despair at how people behave. But just when I think there's no redeeming humankind, something happens to hearten me.
Last week, my department at work held a fundraiser for a former employee who'd been diagnosed with liver and pancreatic cancer. He's on his fourth round of chemotherapy, and needless to say, can't work. We festooned the offices and hangars with flyers announcing a chili dog lunch and a 50/50 raffle, where the winner gets half the money and the other half goes to the person for whom we're raising money.
The turnout was incredible. Minneapolis is being closed down, the jobs moving to Atlanta in January, so it's pretty sparse around here, but we still managed to sell nearly $2000 worth of chili dogs.
It gets better. When the winner of the 50/50 raffle was drawn, we discovered whoever had bought the ticket had written the name of the man who has cancer. Instead of getting just half the money we raised selling tickets, he and his family will get the entire thing.
Maybe there's hope for humanity yet.
Happy Thanksgiving.
