030207One of my Girl Scout moms is dying of cancer. She�s been battling it for a few years now. I still remember when her daughter, Joee, told us all that her mom had been diagnosed. It was very nonchalant like, you know, cancer, it�ll be fine. It was, then it wasn�t�and now it�s bad. I think back to all those times over the years when I thought I should send a card or give her a call or something. I didn�t and now my regrets are enormous. Sure, I�m a very small part of her life, but I�ve been her daughter�s Girl Scout leader for six years. Six years. Six stinking years and I didn�t do one thing. We had our annual International Festival a couple of weeks back. Before the event, I bought this card and had all the girls and parents in attendance sign it. I gave it to Joee, proud of what I�d done. She took it, said thanks and pocketed the card. Her reaction really upset me. I guess I expected some big emotional experience. But for what, a card? I�m sure her mom has received dozens of cards recently. Just add it to the stack. I feel called to do something, anything, but I can�t figure out what.
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