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i always hayed those telethons they had in days gone by. i guess it was the
only way to raise funds in thosde days. i did not care to watch them.
-----Original Message-----
From: Susan Moskowitz [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Sunday, March 11, 2001 10:27 AM
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Subject: Selling Raffle Tickets-Rayna
Rayna,
You wrote "My parents would also volunteer to sell raffle tickets for
the Crippled Children's Society, and then make me go out and sell those. I
hated that worse than any thing else. ...it was just an 'acceptable' form of
begging..."
I was spared this particular form of social torture. I firmly believe
that one of the nicest gifts my parents gave me was a childhood completely
free of disability fund raising and poster child duties!
By the way, I love your sense of humor!
Susan (39,MSW, from New Jersey USA, spastic quad CP, still walking
on crutches, but finding the wheelchair web sites more tempting every day!)
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