I am finally back up on the Internet and able to blog about how I felt about the St. Jude run from a few weeks ago.
Amy brought up to me that she was thinking about running it this year, and it immediately made me think of a little girl. Her name is Lucy Krull, and her story is here . I have never met little Lucy or her family, but, having a love for children of all ages and her inspirational story of strength, I just knew I HAD to be at this St. Jude run, if not for Lucy then for every other child who needed our help.
I have not been a “runner” enough to run it comfortably, but I have capable hands and feet so I was in for the day to volunteer my time as a support person. I was a little nervous on the day of but was up at 3:30 AM and on the road by 4 AM to meet up with Amy and our friends. We got to the starting point, and I was told I would be working collecting donations from residents of the community. Now let me just let you all in on a not-so-secret… I do NOT enjoy collecting money from people. Moneyis a precious valuable, so I feel bad asking for it from anyone, but on this day I happily grabbed my milk jug and stood in the middle of the road at an intersection in the small town where the runners started. People pulled up in their cars, and my support team would ask different drivers “Would you like to help the children of St. Jude?” Let me tell you, the generosity of people out there is unbelievable. An older lady pulled up, rolled down her window and dropped a rather high-valued bill into my milk jug with the comment “I just took my dog to the vet and the vet didn’t charge me so I will give all of this to you guys.” That put a huge smile on my face, and I responded, “Thank you from the kids!”
A few cars later, a man pulled up with a badge on his sleeve. He said, “Guess where I am headed right now?” His response was “I’m headed to St. Jude in Memphis, Tennessee. My daughter just got admitted there, so please… please send some up for her. ” Of course I will! I hope his little girl is fighting a winning battle. I think about her often, even though, once again, I do not know her. On and on through the morning hours, people pulled up and dropped money in my jug. We thanked, they honked, they waved, and, most of all, we all smiled!
The strong people running (including Amy) came galloping past us, Amy with a huge smile and an outstretched hand waiting for a high-five. Shortly after I saw her running, I received a text message from her saying “I am having so much fun!” I was too!!
I had heard so much about this day, especially about how the whole team gathers at the end of the day to run the last mile and into a huge reception for all running teams (as Amy has mentioned there was a team of runners that ran to Illinois from Tennessee) and all volunteers and families of St. Jude children. I ran in with Amy and, let me just tell you, the feeling that ran through my body was one of the best I have felt in my whole life. There was a little girl with her hand out yelling “Thank you,” and we smiled and waved at her as we ran by. I saw her again later and got a better look; her purple shirt said, in glittery writing, “I am a St. Jude kid,” and, at that point, my heart was full. I had done enough in that one day to give me a life time of happiness, and I will again next year– hopefully joining the runners out on the road to contribute a few miles to the run.
Even though Amy and I have concentrated on this St. Jude run a lot lately, who can really say they ran 20 miles in 1 day for these children (like Amy did), and who will stand behind them 150% every step of the way like I will?
And Lucy- If you ever get a chance to read this, even though you don’t know meand I have never met you, I will continue to keep up with your story through your mom’s blog. I just want to thank you for helping me want to start running so I can help you and all of your friends get better!