Every year, while preparing the hours of tape and interviews for the event, I get tired, stressed out and cranky, and I start feeling sorry for myself, thinking about not being prepared for the event. I whine as I'm want to do and I forget what it's about. And then Sunday at the Change Bandits event, there was a little kid named Brandon, born 15 weeks premature, following me around signing in sign language for me to give him some potato chips, and all of a sudden, my silly ass problems were miles away.
If I get a good wireless signal this weekend, I will live blog from the event.
We will be broadcasting live from the Children's Center in the mornings, and live from the Mall in Columbia in the afternoons.
I hope you can help us out, and to motivate you, here is an essay from the NPR program "This I Believe", in which ordinary citizens tell of what their belief system is founded upon.
This one comes from Daniel Ferri, a sixth grade teacher from Mississippi:
I believe in the kindness of strangers. I learned to believe this from a hurricane and a newborn baby boy.
Our son Owen was born just as Hurricane Katrina approached the
I didn't follow the catastrophe on the
All catastrophes are personal. Some in the
At the hospital, we watched our son Owen sleep. Despite the tubes dripping and the monitors beeping, he still slept his baby sleep. My wife asked for the pastor; I asked for the doctor. She prayed for him. I held the CAT scan up to the light and searched for answers.
No one can know what you will feel or fear in a time of need, but I learned that in this, the most difficult time of my life, the people our family depended upon most were people we had never met, people who we would likely never see again -- strangers. We depended upon strangers, strangers who knew their duty was to help others. We depended upon the nurses who cared so well for our son, who cooed to him and caressed him, who watched me hold him through the night and never seemed to notice how ugly a man is when he cries. We depended upon the hostel that gave us a place to stay near the hospital, upon the members of my union who believe caring for our child's health should not ruin us, upon the doctors and clerks and ambulance drivers. We depended upon a commitment made to helping others. This commitment is a web that holds us together in times of need.
By the time we took Owen home, the worst effects of Katrina were evident. I watched the images from the
I can only hope this web will be strong enough, that it will be spun wide, that it will hold and care for many, that we can all depend upon the kindness of strangers.





