Dear amazing donor of the world,
I think about you every day. And not in a creepy way. I’m an admirer, not a stalker. Pinky swear.
And although I don’t know you personally, I do know…
You care. Hard.
You make difference. Every day.
And you don’t want to take credit for your good works. Any of them.
Which, to be honest, is tough. Because it’s all kinds of difficult (read: impossible) to run from the spotlight when you’re a human lighthouse constantly beaming lights of goodness into super dark places.
It’s also hard because if there’s one thing you should know, it’s this. I want to see you. The people who you help want to see you. And more than that, we want you to know that you are loved.
That’s right. Loved.
Loved, loved, LOVED.
Because without you, our lives, our families and our communities look different. And not in a good way. Because without you, the work we do in this sector – a sector that puts people first – doesn’t happen. Can’t happen. Won’t happen.
And people who are made to feel invisible in our communities remain unseen.
And they deserve to be seen.
And so do you.
So as you go about your day today and every day, I’d love for you to feel joy in your heart. Joy in knowing that you matter. That you are useful. And that you are hope in a rainbow-colored, glitter-adorned bottle.
Forever your biggest fan,