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Walk For ALS

We did it! We walked in the 2014 Walk to Defeat ALS in Seattle. We made our team goal and this was our first year of participation. We had a dozen walkers show up and what a great experience it turned out to be. There were balloons, vendors, ALSA friends, PALS, children, dogs, family, friends, music, cameras, and camraderie. I never realized how much fun I'd have!

Way more people showed up to walk than I imagined. First, my daughter surprised me by showing up from sunny California on Friday night. How she and my husband kept that secret is beyond me. My sister, Renee, arrived with her bestie, Jennifer. My dad surprised me and walked for me and the Admiral at his place of work, a nursing home in Issaquah.  My step daughter, Angelique, brought my honorary grand-daughter, Lizzy, to walk. My brother and sister-in-law, Steve and Emily, roared up on their Harley Davidson. My friend and partner-in-crime, Lynda Muir, brought her daughter, Journ. My husband and top contributer, Rodney, brought me.

Speaking of contributors, our nephew, Brian, and brother-in-law, Steve, donated and Microsoft should match it. My husband thought his employer would match but Hermanson apparently has no love for the ALS sufferer and refused to match or donate. Too bad he didn't dump Hermanson for McKinstry when he had the opportunity a few months ago. They have a heart for philanthropy. Yeah, I out big money employers. Sue me. It's the truth. But I will give the office worker credit, bless her heart, she gave an unsolicited sizable donation and she never even met me. I'm impressed! My daughter, both of my sisters, and my sister's boyfriend all donated. As did the employee's at Life Care Center of Federal Way. That impresses me to the hilt.
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Location: Federal Way, WA, USA

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