I saw the coolest thing today

After dropping the Boy off at school, I decided to head up to Central Market in Mill Creek to pick up good stuff for the Hub’s birthday dinner tomorrow. As I got off the 405 and started driving towards my destination, I encountered the most amazing sight: Pink. Lots and lots of pink. Adorning women, men, kids, bicycles and tents alongside the road and even a fire engine. I had unwittingly stumbled upon some of the participants in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure walk. For more than a mile, groups were walking, through the steadily falling drizzle, waving as passers-by in cars honked in solidarity.

More than an hour later, as I left the store, I ran into them again, more of them, stretching well over two miles—wearing bright pink bunny ears and tutus—cops working the intersections in neon pink reflective vests and fire fighters walking along in full gear, with splashes of pink on them. Business along the route were decked in pink bunting and offering water and cupcakes and encouragement for these people dedicated to walking sixty miles in three days to raise money for a cure for breast cancer.

It was the most amazing thing I think I’ve ever seen.

And it makes so many things we see as monumental or these huge obstacles to overcome, shrink in importance. It minimizes the bullies and mean girls and idiots with overinflated senses of their own magnificence and puts them in a certain kind of perspective, because you know what? Cancer doesn’t care. Cancer doesn’t make those distinctions.

It’s the ultimate bully.

Hats off to those walking this weekend.

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