How I Organized My First Fundraiser

Me standing beside my husband’s bike.

So, one day, I was sitting in the kitchen, feeling depressed over having a movement disorder that wore me out (because my damn hand was moving and twisting against itself constantly — as in every waking minute of my day). It was a Sunday and I happened to catch a movie not long after it had started. This was in 2008, I guess. It must have been, because what happened next took nearly eight months or so to organize.