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Monday, February 21, 2011

Hope from Harlem

Posted on 7:11 PM by Unknown
Recently I received a very nice note from a fellow fifth grade teacher.  We've never met, never spoken, have no connections - her correspondence came as a complete surprise.  At some point she found our family's blog, and shared Celia's story with her students as part of a writing prompt to get them thinking about living forever.  As she tells it, the fifth graders became captivated and wanted to do more.  They devised a plan to raise money for BDSRA.

An excerpt from the note from Ms. Smith, their teacher, explains:
They created Care Cranes for Celia. These paper cranes were quite the craze for five days following random posters saying, "Celia Rocks." The kids made, advertised, and sold the cranes. High schoolers in New Heights walked around saying, "Who's Celia? How can I help her?" It was magical. 

This week these children mailed a check for $160.
To quote Shakespeare, we "can no other answer make but thanks and thanks and ever thanks."
JEB
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