
(Pictured above is just one of the reasons I am passionate about The P. It's the remains of Brian's motorcycle jacket and helmet, post crash. Everything else was cut off of him, and I later gave it to him in their paper sack, as a "momento". Boy, when someplace saves your son's life, there's no limit to your gratitude.)
Let me just say that my Christmas is done, baby. Getting to make that call was it. I don't need another thing. My contact did tell me this, which I found especially gratifying. She said that this city really does care and stand behind Parkland, and if you need a sign of that, get a load of this. She said in the last three days, over a half of a million dollars has rolled in the door--totally unsolicited--in big donations that were totally unexpected. Well, hello, generous people of Dallas. We are about to welcome the most cutting edge, state of the art hospital to our city, made possible by the people of Dallas, for the people of Dallas. Parkland is no longer "the pits" and the hospital for the scrunge. Yes, it's in transition with it's new leadership, but hold on tight. When they are finished building the new one, it's gonna rock your clock, Mary.
I won't go into the list of who got what, but I will say the North Texas Food Bank also got a nice chunk of change to fill up their shelves, and hungry tummies. Man, oh, man......giving just feels so good. It's going to be a great Christmas.
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