Two words: No alternative (Well, let’s make that three words… No viable alternative.
Plain and simple, unless there is an obvious alternative, millions upon millions of people aren’t going to take a stand and cut ties to all their friends. To what? Go back to email? The telephone? Please, how many actual phone numbers of friends do you have anymore, and how many people on your Facebook friends list do you actually want to talk to?
Or better yet – find their snail mail addresses. No, really, go ahead. I’ll wait.
Anyway, fresh off a good 40 mile ride this weekend (that unfortunately appeared to aggravate something in my back, keeping me on meds and at home today), I wanted to inspire as many people as possible to take the time to donate to my PMC ride, and have a little fun in the process. Here’s how it works. You fill out the form and predict our coming baby’s gender, arrival date, and weight. Then you go to pmc.org and give some money to help find a cure for cancer. Closest to the right answer wins some Pan-Mass Challenge swag and I’ll multiply your donation by 5.
But more important than the bragging rights for your prognosticatory powers, you’ll be helping the researchers and patients at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. They’re doing great work every day, but that (literally) life-saving research and treatment can’t happen without you.
So how about it? The baby’s due date is June 25th. But you never know… and it would be a shame to miss out.