Every other Friday is payday for me. No matter how old I get, how financially secure I get or how much I get paid for my job, I still get a little giddy about payday. We all do. But today’s a different sort of payday for me. Thanks to some overtime, I have a little extra money this week, and I’ve already decided what I’m going to do with it: donate it to a friend.
I worked with John for a total of about three years during my time at Blue Chip Casino. He was a floor supervisor when I started and he steadily moved up the ranks from there. When I decided to un-retire my dealing hands after a seven-year hiatus and applied for a dealing job at Blue Chip, John was the person who called me to offer me the job. By this point, John moved up to shift manager, or something. All I really remember from that conversation is it was like talking to an old friend.
I just learned last week John was diagnosed with myoclonus, a condition that is more a symptom than a disorder. Myoclonus is a precursor to neurological disorders, such as multiple sclerosis, Parkinson’s disease, Alzheimer’s disease and others with names I don’t even know how to pronounce.
From what I’ve been told, John worked through the pain of his condition for as long as he could, while also seeking treatment. He is no longer able to work, as the pain has gotten too intense, which really sucks because you can imagine his medical bills are mounting. This is a stressor none of us wants or needs, no matter your station in life.
Some folks who are closer to John than I am decided to create a fundraiser to help him out. They set a goal to raise $10,000 to help cover John’s bills. I doubt he asked for it, but I’m glad they did it.
Which brings me back to payday; I’ve decided to put my money where my mouth is and donate to John’s fight. I’m asking you—all of you, any of you—to kindly consider donating to John’s fight. This isn’t about a faceless organization. This isn’t about a cause. This is about a person. One guy who was living his life and got derailed. It could be any one of us.
I have about 1,200 followers on Twitter and nearly 400 Facebook friends; a modest amount, but nothing to sneeze at. If each and every one of my followers and friends donated just $5 to John’s fundraiser, he’d be close to his goal. Think about that. Sacrifice one cup of coffee from Starbucks this week and give it to John. Five bucks isn’t a lot. But if everyone does it? Talk about making a difference.
The amount you give isn’t the most important detail. It could be a dollar, $5, $25, whatever. The important thing is to give. So please, consider giving a few bucks if you can.
Me? Instead of playing video poker this weekend, I’m giving my money to John. Somehow, I think he’d appreciate that my gambling money found a new home this week. Maybe you have a few extra bucks lying around this payday that you could donate? I hope so. John deserves a fighting chance.