An Urgent Plea

I'm not one to ask for money or help, but this week I came across a story so heart-rending, so compelling, that it literally stopped me in my tracks and made me think for a moment (no small feat). We bloggers are a supportive tribe, motivating and caring and generous (well, maybe not Chris K, but that is a whole other post). Sometimes people are public with their suffering, some choose to go it alone. Well, this week I read a blogger's story that just begs to be shared. Now this is a blogger who has shunned the spotlight, going about her business with little fanfare or need for attention (unlike Jill or EMZ). I know she would be embarr"assed" that I am putting this out there, but I can't do this myself.

$25,000 (plus tax). If we can raise that much (plus shipping and handling I imagine), we can help someone walk, no, we can help someone run again! This person, with never a complaint, has been ailing, isolated in a secluded Denver suburb of only many thousands, with no other endurance enthusiasts to turn to, only old women in a cold pool.

This runner has been reduced from this:

To this:

This brave soul aspires to greatness. Not content to simply run for 8 minutes at a time, she is planning on taking her vagina dance to the big leagues. That's right, Downers Grove Boston. With your help (and $25,000 plus tax and shipping and installation), she could own one of these:

That's right, all that stands between her and ability to attract attention run is an Alter-G treadmill. So open your hearts (but more importantly your wallets). With every $2.50 donated, this retiring yet oddly sharing soul might send you a sticker:

Have a great weekend all!