This morning I wrote the first draft of a fundraising letter for Truck Safety.  It will be going out to Dad’s friends and family, and our friends as well.  It’s a difficult thing to do, to fundraise, even when you believe in the cause as much as we do.  There is a sense of being uncomfortable asking for help, much less money.  But if I’ve learned anything from all this (and I’ve learned a lot!) it’s that small steps will get you where you need to be.  So it’s not that we’re asking for a lot of money from a small group of people.  It’s that we’re going to ask for a little money from a lot of people.  I guess we’re lucky that Dad had so many friends! 

Instead of beginning homework, or thinking about paper topics or even going for a walk on this finely beautiful day I am sitting at the computer writing about numbers of dead and injured and the legislation needed for change.  Amazinging I was able to write that letter without tears.  I think that’s in large part because tears are often my response to a feeling of helplessness, and when I’m doing something tangible to make changes I stop feeling helpless.

I can feel Dad smiling.