Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
After ice-rocking my way out of my driveway and figure-eighting through the side streets on to the main roads to the office today, I arrived a little flustered and armed with two more excuses to extend my three day peeve with mother nature. The post-meeting chatter started out talking about how mail carriers were unable to deliver the mail today due to this past weekend’s storms. As any fundraiser would think, my mind shifted to how the storm impacted philanthropy this week, and all the rescheduled events, wasted shrimp cocktail and cheese boards, delays in gift processing, acknowledgments, invitations, tax letters and the list goes on. Just like our beloved Postal Service, fundraisers will do whatever it takes to get the job done. Through rain, sleet, or in this weekend’s case, snow and ice, a fundraiser’s work is non-stop. This weekend, we had colleagues brave nasty conditions to submit proposals and fight to get that last flight to make presentations on another coast despite a sheet of highway ice. We are surrounded by a community full of dedicated and downright tenacious individuals who will not let a little weather stop them, at least not for long.
At the Gift, we spend a lot of time talking with our partners about Passion. Our work would not be possible without a true willingness to serve the organizations and institutions we support. When conditions challenge us, our passion drives us to strap on our snow boots and make it happen. So even when your postal carrier isn’t out delivering, don’t be surprised if you see a fundraiser out hand-delivering a thank you note, snow boots and all. They dig out their cars, scrape off their windshields and sometimes when the ice won’t melt, they just put one foot in front of the other and walk. I’ve seen a lot over the years, but most of all, I never lost the will, especially after a snowed in night or two of binge watching Netflix, or while exhausted after a day-long snow angel fest with a two year old in the back yard. Our work is sometimes never done, and that’s why it’s important that we love it.