Where were those tissues?

We should all be so lucky to work or volunteer (or both!) on a project that is as deeply meaningful as Flying Horse Farms.  I was a part of the team that planned  today’s groundbreaking for this $20 million, 200 acre camp for children with serious illnesses outside of Mt. Gilead.

Let me say, I’ve organized or participated in dozens of “milestone” events such as this one. But this was the first that made me cry.  During the event, and again, now, as I write this.

Sometime in the middle of John Lewis’ talk, I had to find a tissue since I didn’t think my shirt was the right choice. John is the father of Emily Lewis, a vibrant 13 year old who couldn’t attend or speak at the event as she was recovering from recent surgery in Cincinnati.  She was diagnosed with cancer three years ago and has never let it spread to her spirit or enthusiasm for camp.    She’s been able to go to other Hole in the Wall Camps (Flying Horse Farms is a provisional member of this association) the last two years with other kids just like her.   John said it’s where Emily felt free of the burdens of her illness.  What a place that can do that.

Emily told her dad last night that under no circumstances should HE miss the groundbreaking just because she couldn’t be there.   So here’s hoping that Emily could hear the thunderous applause for her dad all the way in Cincinnati.  You were with us Emily, and we’re with you all the way.

ps Just my luck, my tissue box just ran out on my desk.  The shirt will have to do…