I'll Chip In

Today was rather uneventful.  He had his chemo injection.  He took a nap.  He pooped.  He took a... no, wait, I'm going to cry for 2 hours straight.  So, he was a joy.  And I loved every second of it.  We watched Lion King while mom and his aunt took a much need walk around the block and go their nails done.  Unexpectedly, however, was the revelation of just how awesome people can be.

Mary June, Shay's mother, initiated a cinnamon roll drive, where she sold a pan of 9 rolls twelve dollars.  They were apparently delicious.  I didn't get an airdrop of Safford confections but I have delighted in them before: well worth the asking price.  And most people in that area thought so as well.  I can't confirm numbers, but I'm fairly certain it was a bun load.  With that many pans sold, one could imagine that the Jayne fund jumped up a few hundred dollars and you would be right.

The best part is that, while the pastries were undoubtedly delicious, they didn't buy these buns for the blood sugar.  They wanted to show support for our son.  They wanted to let us know that, no matter the hardships of sporadic genetics, there are decent people out there willing to be good people just for the sake of it.  I may never get to meet each and everyone, shake their hands, and tell them, from one humanist to the other, "Thank you for what you've done.  You're proof that humanity is not lost to Ayn Rand tendencies."  That being the case, I say it now:  Thank you.  Thank you very much, for showing us the support that only our fellow humans can give.

Oh, and what was the final number?  1812.  James Madison held off the British and Dolley held back a few White House masterpieces to give us a hand.  The best part: the number of pans sold doesn't jibe, mathematically, with the final tally.  I am, once again, blown away by just how amazing people being people can be.