One of the most frequent questions people ask me is, “How did you get started with Just Like My Child?”
The answer to this question may not appear to have anything to do with me encouraging you to buy your ticket to our gala this year (which is about to sell out and ticket prices go up tonight, August 1, at midnight.) BUT if you bear with me, it will all make sense soon…
When my son was born in 2002 (he’ll be ten-years-old tomorrow:), the doors to my heart were blown wide open, and I knew when I looked into his eyes for the first time, that my love and energy had the power to make him thrive. And it has.
I don’t really have many judgements about how people live. To each his own. But the one thing I hate and am obsessed with is the systematic abuse of children and their rights. I’ve lost a lot of sleep imagining the terror of Jerry Sandusky’s victims — especially while I have a 10-year-old boy of my own — don’t let me get started on that case!
I don’t tell a lot of people this, but starting at 4-years-old, I was abused in every possible way by people I should have trusted the most. Many nights I cried for help. And no one came, until finally at 14-years-old I was old enough, smart enough, strong enough to stand up for myself.
I never forgot how lonely and terrified I was in the grip of my perpetrator’s madness. And although I never made a vow to myself to save the world from jerks like him, I knew I needed to be a voice for the voiceless. Once my son was born, I found the real focus for my passion.
And then I realized that every child is Just Like My Child, and each and everyone of us at JLMC have passionately committed ourselves towards protecting the rights of the world’s most vulnerable — especially women and children.
Just Like My Child was born out of a dream I had one night. In the dream children were crying in desperation, and they were half a world away. I’ve since realized that they are us, and we are them.
We have answered their cries and have alleviated the suffering of thousands of women and children — and the best part is that they are now standing on their own, independent, strong enough, smart enough, empowered enough to use their own voice to rise up and out of the cycle of poverty.
On Thursday, October 25, at the fabulous BICE Ristorante in downtown San Diego, we will be honoring a host of warriors, HEROES we call them, who have heard the same cries and stepped in line with us to become a legion of activists who are making a profound difference in the lives of thousands.
These are our HEROES, many of whom I’m sure you know. They’ve put their money, their sweat, their time, their connections all on the line to give a child, many children, the opportunities they were not born into. Ordinary people doing extraordinary things.
Please join us.
Purchase Tickets Today
There are 15 General Admission and a handful of VIP tickets left.
Capacity is strictly limited to 120.
Ticket prices go up tonight, August 1, at midnight.
P.S. No kidding, no scarcity play here. This event is just about sold out. PLEASE don’t tell me I didn’t give you a heads up. Thursday October 25, San Diego, CA. Be a voice for the voiceless.