We're Going to be Fine

My job is to convey a passion for how we can get together and stem the tide of need that is sweeping over our communities. I must balance respect for their past contributions and desperation for their support. Ask them how they're doing and they'll say, "We're going to be fine."

At the end of the day, I'll gather up my things. Thoughts of which grants are in the hopper, which major gift might come through in the next day's mail swirl through my head. By the time I get to the Fort Pitt Tunnels, the cost of printing invitations to our fundraising event versus e-mailing them starts to fade. I begin to wonder how my husband passed the day at home with our three little girls. It's been months since he worked full-time as a systems engineer, minus the random consulting gig.