I don't think of myself as a procrastinator as a general rule, but when it comes to my initial request for your help in the ALS Walk, I am terribly guilty every year. Why I ask myself every time? Is it because suffering is so hard to acknowledge and witness? Yes that is for sure? Is it because my feeble words couldn't possibly raise the donations I wish they could inspire? Is it because I don't want to remember what this disease does to its victims? To be completely honest, that resonates the most. I will never forget that on one of our appointments at Cornell in Manhattan, I averted Joey, my husband's eyes, as another patient was wheeled past us. This man's eyes haunted me. He was totally aware of everything but had NO power in any part of his body but those eyes. I will never forget it. We had hope at that point, but it was short lived. But our team is named "Hope LaCorte" in honor of Joey's life and those other victims who will continuously be diagnosed in 90 minutes. I pray you will continue to journey with me with the hope and support that maybe, just maybe, your dollars will be the ones this year to find a cure.
On my own journey, I experience a joy I never knew possible. It is a grace given by the Lord who I humbly walk with each day. Yes I use the word walk so casually. I take it so for granted to wake up, choose how to spend my time. For those of you who experience this freedom I ask you this question, would you be willing to share your freedom by walking the walk for ALS? Please join me on SEPTEMBER 26, virtually walk with me in Joey's honor and donate to our team "Hope LaCorte". One day I pray, no one will have to face the diagnosis with no hope and the fear that little by little they too will be stripped of this beautiful freedom we are given, the power to "choose" for ourselves where we want to walk.