Relay for life is (I’ve heard) a fund raiser for the fight against cancer. My sources tell me that people get sponsored by their friends and neighbors and co-workers (those should rarely be the same group of people) to walk. Seems like a weird way to raise money to me. Maybe, instead, people should be working in a lab. I mean… couldn’t we just give the money we give to our accountant neighbor to a chemical engineer at some medical research lab somewhere? That might make more of a difference. Am I right? Maybe. But then again, maybe not.
Ever had an enemy? Were other people with you in the hatred for the person? I hated a kid named Ryan in the 3rd grade. He used to spit on my desk and tell the girl next to me that it was my spit. After a couple times, Ryan had signed his own death warrant. After telling a few friends about the ‘Ryan situation,’ I found that he had done the same thing to several of them. We banned together and set up a plan of action. At recess, when Ryan came out of the cafetorium* (I went to a poor school), we jumped him. No screams, no cries for help, no mercy. We each took a turn at pummeling the poor kid. Looking back, it’s a wonder he made it home that day. I don’t think he was breathing when we left him.**
When I realized that I wasn’t the only person to want revenge on Ryan, I felt like I was part of a group… I belonged to something much bigger than myself. And when that group sought out revenge, it wasn’t looking for a call from the teacher or school office’s secretary. Every person that had been done wrong wanted revenge…. serious, balls-kicking revenge.
I tell you that to tell you this… I suppose I could just cut a check to a laboratory somewhere and call that my fight against cancer. But then I wouldn’t be getting my hands dirty. In fact, I’d be taking a really easy way out. So maybe the Relay for Life is a good idea. I mean… who doesn’t want to kick cancer in the balls?!?!