CANCER STINKS.
Over the weekend, the world lost another good one. My neighbor and friend was taken far too young, leaving behind a husband and two children. But if there’s one thing that I’ve learned from her, it is to trust that everything happens for a reason.
For me, March 31 is part of that reason.
I do school visits often, but this week I’m visiting a school on the day of their big cancer fundraiser. Half-jokingly, they asked if I wanted to cut my hair in front of the entire school. Not joking, I said yes.
In memory of my Grandma.
In memory of my neighbor, Annette.
And in solidarity with several friends currently fighting cancer.
(Add a name to the list by contacting me here).
The next time you see me, I won’t have my signature long locks. But I will have shown hundreds of kids exactly who I am. Someone who believes in being the change, living with purpose, and walking the walk.
My newest book, Whose Hands Are These? is about the amazing work hands can do to help our community. Their hands have helped raise over $32,000. When I read this book with students there, it’s going to have a deeper significance.
I hope one day hands will find a cure for cancer. For now, let’s not forget that hands can hold, hug, and support others.
Thank you for your support,
Miranda