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2004 Relay for Life
re: 2004 Relay for Life Jim Parson Westlake Village, CA 10/21/2004
 
Our 2004 Relay for Life is at an end and although my legs, neck and back will not move today, my fingers will, so the only thing my body is capable of today is writing this message.

Captains began arriving at 8:00, but could not go to their campsites because they were either marked incorrectly or not at all. Yours truly, in a manner that can only be described as calm, relaxed and completely together (Right Zena? Right Sandy? Right Kristi? Right Judi?), managed to get everyone escorted to their sites amidst great chaos and stranded captains. And this was accomplished with only half of our teams being forced to relocate after already setting up. We set up camp around three foot lengths of rebar sticking up in the middle of our camps. Cone-covered rebar ran through the middle of the track, creating a slolum course to rival any Olympic skiing event. And the rain came down. In torrents. All night. The track turned into ankle-deep quicksand. With the unstable, slippery terrain, walkers began to slip and fall, piling up at the tight corners of the track. I watched as hundreds of Nike-clad feet disappeared into the mud, only to rise from the quagmire shoeless. Shoes that were never to be seen again. The sound created by the suction of bare feet being pulled from the mud drowned out the screams of those being pulled under for the last time. Rivers of muddy water flowed through campsites, washing away small children. Two inches of standing water inside our tents started an epidemic of malaria and typhoid of Cecil B. DeMille proportions, keeping the DART station overwhelmed throughout the night and into the morning hours. This was further complicated by the dozens of walkers that were impaled by the rebar in the dark. And then, after all of this, the Wild Bunch’s Pirates of Hope boat sank.

It was beautiful and perfect.

Your dedication to this cause and this event was plain for all to see. It would have been so easy to throw in the (soaked) towel and call it a night. But you didn’t. You stayed. But you didn’t just stay, you stayed on the track. All through the night, the dark, the rain, the mud, you never considered for a second giving up. Well, maybe you considered it, but you didn’t do it. And when we were forced to shut it down on Sunday morning, there was no sigh of relief. There was a sigh of regret that it had to end too soon. Regret that we would not have the opportunity to celebrate our survivors in the memorable closing ceremony we had all planned.

But our opening ceremonies and the luminaria ceremony were spared and they were the most beautiful we have ever had. It was so incredible to see Shirlee Cutler walk by helping to carry our opening banner after all her faithful years of service to our Relay and after just losing her daughter to this horrific disease last week. And I have never been so moved as I was during our luminaria ceremony and the beautiful recording of Kimberly Thorne’s song, a 17 year old Westlake High School team captain we lost last year. And it gave me great joy to cheer for Janet Baird and her family as she passed by carrying the torch.

And as the sky began to show the first signs of light Sunday morning, I looked up the long, long line of luminaria bags, now extinguished by the torrential downpours and mud, and I saw one lone luminaria still burning with two children huddled around it. It brought it home to me why I do this every year and why I will continue to do this until the day I die.

I am honored and proud to know each and every one of you.




 
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