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The cold didn't even begin to break the ice

I am so proud to see people of all ages doing the #als ice bucket challenge. Especially when I saw my mom do it today! Yeah, sure there are some downers that won't donate because they think it's just about the ice water and 20 seconds in front of a camera. I will tell you after this awesome internet phenomenon, that even if you didn't donate, you probably helped the cause. I thank you. These families with loved ones suffering from this thank you, too. 

The few celebs that refused for whatever reason, they helped too. They all raised awareness with their likeness, tweets, blogs, and posts. I'm sure ALS has been googled more times in the past few weeks than it has in the past decade. Thank you, too.

This disease is ugly. Two families I personally know, that have gone through some pretty horrid experiences watching their husbands, dads, sons, sisters, brothers, wives slowly (sometimes aggressively) slip away, and it has always baffled me. Watching a normal 30-something man go from leading in a church and running the sound, working a full time job, and playing with his dog to barely being able to lay in bed and watch tv, with a tube feeding, and a catheter. You see the heartbreak in the family, knowing their loved one is "right in the head" but suffering from something that is unexplainable. Knowing there won't be a day they both can chase their children in the yard or maybe they won't even get to have kids at all. 

You know that he is begging to taste that burger from the grill or take a sip of water, get up and take a shower or go swimming. Those are all dreams and past thoughts now. ALS takes over and their body slips away and you can't stop it. No one can. 

Donate: time, money, energy, prayers for these families in hopes that the cure is one doctor away. One test away. One dollar away. One prayer away.

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