My feet hurt....

A human being can only be turned down so many times before the thought of giving up becomes the only reasonable solution. Ah but the optimists in the crowd wail, "this is where heroes are born," and "the struggle will make the accomplishment of your goal so much sweeter." But they have not walked up and down main street 200 times, they have not seen people pull out a wallet full of twenties to pay for a hotdog and then deny a simple donation of a couple dollars. Sure, there are a lot of people asking for money, and there are a lot of people in need, but what drugs do you have to be on to believe that by not donating to a worthy cause you are making the situation any better. I mean seriously people!...

So....Market Days has not been a success. The past two days I have spent close to 10 hours wandering up and down main street asking, no begging for donations. From those ten hours and the myriad of people I have asked I have raised an astounding $97.17... (If you didn't catch it, my use of the word "astounding" was sarcasm.)

I am trying to raise $50,000, and yet I just broke $1,000 dollars earlier this week... Yes, I am frustrated, I am angry, and depressed, but then I remember why I am doing this. I think about the children, about their plight, and their incredible struggles. Though it is not like a movie where all of a sudden I am re-energized and excited, it does strengthen my resolve to think about how unfortunate those children are. No matter how much this fund raising stuff stinks, I know that it can't compare to the incredible struggles of the orphans I am trying to help.... We are so fortunate, so blessed, but sadly we are all so selfish...

It will get better, but right now... My feet hurt.