This book demanded to be written after a charity event.
It was a Sunday night when a couple of hundred people showed up for a dinner knowing they were going to be asked to give money. The target was two million dollars.
The room was filled with super-generous people. However, as I looked around to see who could actually donate, the target seemed impossible. Hey, I don’t like that word, but they had already given much of their money. I could tell they all wanted to do more, but they were just tapped out.
About twenty percent of the total was raised by fifty people. There was another $500,000 raised by four families, still leaving us one million dollars short.
There was an awkward quiet to that room. People whispering. Everyone waiting for something to happen, but knowing that it wouldn’t. All the people in that room were committed to us hitting our target, and nobody wanted to admit defeat