I go to “jail” tomorrow for the Muscular Dystrophy Association, and I need to raise bail money to get out.
All of the money raised goes to kids who suffer from the muscle disease.
I’d like to raise enough money to send a child to camp, or purchase a wheelchair or help contribute to his or her medical expenses.
I got really emotional the other day when I found a letter titled “Dear Jailbird” in my mailbox.
A 14-year-old boy shared his story with me. He was diagnosed with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy when he was age 4. At age 10, he got his first wheelchair where he will spend the rest of his life.
The Muscular Dystrophy Association he wrote helps him in many ways. He attends a clinic every 6 to 9 months. During the clinic doctors and therapists evaluate the progression of the disease and offer advice. Sometimes that means a visit to a specialist to monitor his lungs, heart and spine which are affected by muscular dystrophy.
This young man has been attending such clinics and special summer camps since he was age 6.
“Camp is the highlight of my year and the only time I allow anyone other than my parents to care for me,” he wrote. “… It is the only time I am able to hang out with other kids who are just like me!”
Camp participants swim, make crafts, play games and dance. They do what all campers do… Enjoy life.
I was all choked up at the last bit of his letter. My mascara was smeared, I could barely see his words because tears were balled up in my eyes.
The Muscular Dystrophy Association allocates a majority of their funds towards finding a cure.
“This is the most important thing to me as I want to be able to walk again more than anything,” he wrote. “Scientists are getting closer than ever to making this dream reality.”
Please, help me. Click here to donate.
Every little bit counts.