My cousin, Morgan, is a fifth grader. Each night when my Uncle David gets home from work, he gives Morgan and her little sister, Madi, all of his loose change for their piggy banks. One day, Morgan told David and my Aunt Holly that she didn’t want to keep the money anymore. She made a box with a slot in the top for coins and dollar bills; she wrote ‘Taylor’s Tale’ on the outside of the box, and from that day forward, Morgan collected her daddy’s loose change for the fight against Batten disease.
David sits on the Taylor’s Tale board of directors. We had a board meeting last night, and David arrived with a storage-size Ziploc bag bearing about $70 in heavy coin rolls, wrinkled, cotton-soft bills and crisp, new bills.
Some people might read this and think, “Seventy dollars won’t take you very far. It won’t even buy you a well check-up. Life-saving treatments cost a lot of money.”
I’d say they’re half right. Life-saving therapies – the kind that could change the future for kids like Taylor – DO cost a lot of money.
But there’s something priceless about a fifth grader who can read fat novels and swim like a fish saving up all that loose change to help save kids her age who can’t see, talk or walk.
And if enough people had Morgan’s heart of gold, we’d be that much closer to writing the happy ending to this story.