I began my first mile of three I pledged to walk to the people that sponsored me, I was just thankful that I could be there with all the other people. Thankful that my daughter Carolyn was able to join me also. I lost count how many pink hats there were, (pink hats, representing the survivors of this mean disease,) but there were many.
We started the second mile, I began to tire and yet I thought, how much more they must have been as they fought the fight against this disease and yet, here they are walking for the cause. They were passing me by, as we all walked. I began to feel some self pride, as I was doing something I said I would do to help find the cure of a disease of people I even knew.
Mile three seemed pretty far away, yet as I crossed over the bridge marking the last mile, I began thanking God for all that has been done. For the people that came, supported, walked, worked, yes even helped to make this event come about and be a success. By now my feet were beginning to feel the heat. Beating down the path, feeling the heat of the morning sun. Many passed me by, some spoke, some touched or just gave a smile, we all had a mission and it was coming true.
Yes, I made the three mile walk call the Walk of Hope, with sweat on my brow, blisters on my heels and a bit out of breath, I fulfilled my hearts desire and did my part.
If any of you out there that have a walk coming up for support of this disease, think about it, pray about it and then just join in and do it. The more we raise, the sooner the cure will be found. If you think you can't because---well---I am 57, over weight, short of breath. Have bad knees and I could go on and on....but beacause I haven't fought the fight against breast caner....I will walk the walk as long as I am able...join me...won't you
Dee Oborn ^i^
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