Every Labor day weekend for the last 3 years we have taken a pilgrimage of sorts to a place not many have visited or would visit unless someone was really sick in their family. We get to enjoy other families that are experiencing what we have been going through and share our knowledge and ups and downs of treatment. On the way to this place we pass over a green bridge, which in a way is the divide between everyday society where some folks dont care or have a connection with our situation or there are others that are way to over caring and apoligize every other word to I guess make themselves feel better or to quell their discomfort with the situation.
Once you cross over this green bridge you are 15 minutes from a place where you can relax for 3 days, sleep under the stars, not worry about how much anything costs, and just breathe the fresh air. I have seen grown men cry, people filled with joy because their child is almost cured, and volunteers who really have a connection. Nobody stares at the bald kids, or the funny walks, or the funny colored skin. Everyone understands. I wish society as a whole on the other side of the bridge could someday, even if just a little, bridge the gap and care completely.
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