In the Ocean of Pink

In the crisp October morning, as the sun was rising over the island of Manhattan,

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And trees were glowing with all possible shades of yellow
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And red,
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In the middle of Central Park, there was an ocean of pink.
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And there was an ocean of tears, and remembrance, and courage, and hopes.
And I was one small drop in that enormous flow.
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On October 20th, throughout the NYC area, Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walks were taking place.
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Getting out of bed before dawn on a Sunday morning would not be my favorite activity, but that day, I couldn’t see myself anywhere else. It’s been 6 years since I faced the diagnosis, and the road has been very difficult yet uplifting, I’m who I’m today because I faced and beat cancer! And Sunday was a day to celebrate it and do it alone. If anything, that’s what happens when you enter the cancer battle, no matter how much support you get, ultimately you’re on your own.
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Central Park was drowning in pink.
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The pink Survivors tent.
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The never ending flow of walkers.
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Men wore pink too.
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And dogs.
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And even field flowers were pink.
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A great Reflection Row.
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There was much to reflect on that morning in Central Park indeed.
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And pray that the hope never dies (and you with it).
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Channel 7 was there too, doing interviews and such.
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And I couldn’t imagine a better cause to fill my Sunday to a brim.
Well, maybe just a couple of those 🙂
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Cheers!