Door to door kind of childhood
Wednesday 29th Apr
I’m not even sure if we were 10 when we started canvassing the town for the Heart and Stroke Foundation.
Terasena and I would take half the town, and Myrtle Hefford would take the other. Every year she organized us, and every year after school we’d go door to door “collecting.”
Donations weren’t large back then—usually a $2 or $5 bill (so long ago there were still $2 bills). But we knew everyone by name, and it felt like it mattered. Weren’t many other 10-year-olds superstars at writing receipts.
Over time, we added other organizations to our list, but Heart and Stroke always stayed close to me. My grandfather had heart issues, and my grandmother lived with angina and suffered multiple strokes.
Now, more than 30 years later, I’ve lost many people to heart attacks and other heart and stroke-related diseases. It’s become more important to me than ever.
So this year, I’m going back to my roots.
I’ll be walking 1km a day for all of May—which, if you know me:
a) I don’t walk
b) I have zero time to walk
But in an effort to bring awareness, and maybe reconnect with that younger, selfless version of myself, I’m committed to making a difference.
I know so many people impacted that even now, $2 and $5 donations from the people around me can add up pretty quickly.
I’m doing this in honour of Myrtle Hefford 💛
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