Thank you for helping us raise money for this great cause! A lot of money was raised thanks to your generosity. When I say “you” I mean…ya know…the people who helped. Love ya.
Recently my cousin Stacy told me about a charity she’s involved with to help raise money for the hospital that saved her daughter’s life FOUR TIMES. Stacy set a meager goal of raising $250.00 at which point I requested she raise that goal to $1000.00 (which I still think is too low…and that’s where you come in.) If you’d like to support a hospital that accepts ANY child patient, whether they’re covered by insurance or not, I ask that you give what you can. This particular charity ends on Sept 19th so please act fast.
7 years ago my niece (Zoe Beyla) was born with a serious heart condition called “hypoplastic left heart syndrome.” By the age of 4 she had undergone four open heart surgeries, each one of those operations saved her life but gave no promise or guarantee of longterm success. Thankfully, Zoe survived each battle and she fought heroically to be the stoic 7-year-old beauty that she is today. As you might imagine, she grew to detest hospitals and everyone associated with them. Four heart surgeries is clearly too much pain and stress for anyone to go through in such a short amount of time especially at such a young age. In fact, she was giving her parents the silent treatment when I called to find out how she was doing after her last surgery. When her mom told me that Zoe was recovering well I said that I would like to throw a “Warrior Princess Party” in her honor. Apparently, after her mom announced this out loud, Zoe perked up and broke her vow of silence to say: “A party?………………..for ME???”
“Yes, for you! Jeez. You butt-kicking, cute-as-a-button, awesome-forever, never-not-awesome, daughter-of-two-of-the-greatest-parents-eva!” I don’t even know how she remembers me, considering how tour life has made me something of an absentee uncle over these past few years, but she always does. She remembers my house and all the musical instruments in it. She remembers painting my face with her fingerpaints. She remembers when I plopped her in front of a microphone along with her cutie-pie sister and forced them to sing the chorus to my London Bridge song.
Zoe is now in the second grade. She’s 8 years old, she plays soccer, she smiles bright, walks tall, and she calls the scar on her chest a “zipper.” Her parents, Stacy and Corey, are the best parents a kid could ever hope for. They’re incredibly grateful for all the help that’s been given to them and they hope other parents can be as lucky. One way to ensure that children in need of serious medical care can continue to get it is by contributing to this charity.
On behalf of Zoe, Stacy and the entire family, I’d like to thank Children’s Hospital Boston for their great work. Please support them by donating what you can to the link below:
Thank you so much!!!