I just heard of another little boy, Dax, who is 2 and has only weeks to live, so his family and his neighborhood are decorating with Christmas lights early.
It's gotten to the point that I feel nauseous when I see these things. I think the nausea is telling me to get up and do something.
So, I'm doing this.
Five Skies is NOT in any way a 501(c)(3) foundation. It's not approved by the IRS. It's an idea.
But if I have to wait for the IRS to approve it, it'll be months, perhaps even a year.
If you have $5 or $6 or $2 to spare, please donate to help the families of these children.
There is nothing worse, nothing, than watching your child suffer.
I know money will not fix these children, but it might help ease the stress and terror of the family, maybe even just let them know that someone cares.
It won't count as a tax deduction, you are not giving to a nonprofit, but every dime you give will go to the family of a sick child.
I know no one has money to spare, so I understand. I just. . . I just cannot let this go anymore. It's not fair, it's not fair that these families are torn apart, that mothers cry for their sick child, that little brothers and little sisters grow up in hospitals. . . I'm so sick of it, and I'm getting angry, and I need to channel it to something positive.
To all who donate, you get a guaranteed accounting of where and to whom your money goes.
Special thanks to Sarah, who, days before she gave birth, provided the mock up graphic for Five Skies.