One of the commercials that always makes me laugh is for dog treats. The camera vantage point is from the point of view of the dog, looking over his snout. He smells his bacon flavored doggie treats and goes on a mad hunt for them through the house until he finds the happy human ready to hand out the treat. The dog’s voice says over and over….”Bacon, I smell Bacon….where is it…I want bacon, bacon….”
I feel a lot like the dog in the commercial lately. The difference is I wake up in the morning saying, “Money, money, we need money….where is it…it must be somewhere…..money….”
I’m a little obsessed actually.
I think about it when I get up in the morning. I think about it as I try to fall asleep at night. Every day I see unmet needs in the HPS community and every day I think, if we only had the money!
This has been one of the toughest years in the budget department. My other non-profit friends share our pain I know. Our donors have been hit hard by the economy and are only now starting to recover. Many of our members struggle with meeting, and paying for, their own basic medical needs. There isn’t usually much left to help us, even though I know they understand the need.
It isn’t just the Network that makes me think almost non-stop about fundraising these days. Now that we’ve had some success convincing the transplant world that HPS’ers can be good transplant candidates, we have more HPS’ers than ever trying to get listed. This often means relocating far from home – a prospect that involves a lot of bills that aren’t covered by insurance. Every one of them needs major fundraising help.
It seems all I can do is take a deep whiff and pray that day after day somehow, by a miracle from God, I can find more ways to sniff out MONEY.