See these people? I know them; many of them know me or know of me. The point is that, very soon, they'll be getting an email from me asking them for money.
That's the risk and reward with doing something for charity. People who know you then take a slightly difference glance if they know that your visit or email isn't mere altruism.
But you've got to make the call, and assess whether people who haven't heard from you in 3-4 months (or years; Hi Belle) might enjoy the fact that, while you are asking them for money, there is a rewarding side to it.
So I am doing it slowly. Over the course of the next week, people from my various email accounts will be getting the first of two emails from me asking for support. [The second will come at the beginning of June, when I redial the deadbeats.]
I found out today the Canadians are still going with their haircut, still scheduled for the 29th. I'm not so proud a man that, if asked, I would put mine off and let myself be shaved at the Nat. I might be sad that I can't sell beer this year, but I'm not so petty that I can't see where a combination of resources only benefits the charity, which is the whole goal of the fundraisers. There are no hard feelings, only self-disappointment. But, even if there is no 'meeting of the mullets', there is little likelihood of donor cross-contamination, because the list I'm working off of has little in common with the people the C's might contact. I just don't want to see Lori go bald.
As of tonight/this morning, the total stands at $290.01, with the majority of benefit coming from my mother-in-law Vija, who chose this instead of buying me a birthday present. It almost feels like her donation is part mine. I believe that sharp, sweet pain in my chest is "pride"; sorry Marsellus, who - by the way - is my "Bald icon of the night", in honour of how cool or stupid I might emerge from all this.
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