Earlier last month, I picked up the phone to hear this woman speaking rapidly about doing something important to help kids with muscular distrophy. She was talking so fast that all of a sudden I realized I had signed up to be locked up and raise bail money for children with MD.
So, I set off to raise money to help these little ones out and I sent e-mails to those I thought would be the most generous–a devout catholic, a revered lawyer, a retired journalist… and to my surprised, nothing. Not a one made a donation.
A few of my mothers friends and a couple of colleagues made donations–I did too. But no one else.
I was shocked and very disappointed. Now I know I am not best friends with everyone I sent e-mails to seeking such a donation, but good grief. 3 minutes and $5 didn’t seem like too much to ask.
And I guess I can’t blame my friends that I know are broke… but just a little bit would have done some good.
But I digress.
I now have a new found respect for all those who do fundraising for a living, something I believe everyone should try to do at least once. You will finally be able to experience what it is like being in that person’s shoes, trying to help a nonprofit fulfill its mission of helping the less fortunate.
