Tonight we attended an event for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.
Tonight Husband got a glimpse into why I chose a career in philanthropy.
Tonight I didn’t have gift envy. Tonight I was a donor.
Tonight it was announced that a little boy we know beat insurmountable odds to rid his little body of a deadly bacteria.
Tonight we witnessed the powerful combination of love, faith and science.
Tonight we gave freely.
Tonight we made a difference.
Tonight we heard a story of a mother who received a diagnosis for her son of Cystic Fibrosis. Mary G. Weiss became a volunteer for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation in 1965 after learning that her three little boys had CF. Her duty was to call every civic club, social and service organization seeking financial support for CF research.
Mary’s 4-year old son, Richard, listened closely to his mother as she made each call. After several calls, Richard came into the room and told his Mom, “I know what you are working for.”
Mary was dumbstruck because Richard did not know what she was doing, nor did he know that he had cystic fibrosis. With some trepidation, Mary posed the question, “What am I working for, Richard?”
“You are working for 65 Roses,” he answered so sweetly. Mary was speechless. She went over to him and tenderly pressed his body to hers. He could not see the tears running down Mary’s cheeks as she stammered, “Yes Richard, I’m working for 65 Roses.”
Since 1965, the term “65 Roses” has been used by children of all ages to describe their disease. But, making it easier to say, does not make CF any easier to live with. The “65 Roses” story has captured the hearts and emotions of all who have heard it. The rose, appropriately the ancient symbol of love, has become a symbol of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.
Tonight the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation brought 65 roses to auction off to raise money to fight this disease with medicine and research.
Tonight Husband bought me the most beautiful rose I have ever received.