I wrote this blog post in a notebook a few nights ago, Tuesday or Wednesday I think. The past week kind of blurs into one in my mind at the moment. Reading back over it, I think I can just copy it here and post it as is:
Tonight I sit at my dining table, by the light of a couple of flickering Christmas candles, writing this blog post in a notebook. It is 7.50pm, the power has apparently been out in my building since 10am. It’s hot and muggy, and while I can hear my neighbours all chatting and laughing, I can also hear helicopters buzzing overhead almost constantly and the air is frequently pierced with the wail of emergency services sirens; fire, police, ambulance.
I am at home in my flat, safe and dry, one of the lucky ones. Though the sounds of the helicopters and sirens are giving me the heebie-jeebies, I am not at risk of the flood waters getting anywhere near my home. I have a friend a mere half dozen doors away if I wish to have company, a neighbour I can trust in my building if I need him. I have food in my belly, clothes on my back, a fairly well stocked pantry and a bed to sleep in.
I am one of the very, very lucky ones.
As you probably all know, on the 26th of this month, I plan to shave my head for charity. My original goal was to raise $1000 for the Cancer Council of Australia. I have well surpassed that goal, with the current total sitting at $1450. I have been absolutely delighted, in fact completely gobsmacked at the generosity of those who have donated already. You are all such generous, giving people.
But as my beautiful city of Brisbane suffers a slow, torturous and devastating drowning at the hands of a flood unlike anything I have seen in my lifetime, I know I must do something to help those who are not as lucky as I am.
So what I propose is this. The $1450 I have raised so far is going to the Cancer Council of Australia. But anything I raise from this point on, I would like to donate to the Queensland Flood Appeal.
As I write this, 20,000 homes in Brisbane alone are predicted to be flooded before the week is out. People will have literally nothing more than the clothes they stand in, and whatever they could carry. Today I watched a large part of a restaurant float down the Brisbane River and out to sea. Somebody’s business, their livelihood and the employer of many local people, washed out to see. Countless other businesses have been destroyed or damaged so badly that they will have to lay off staff until they can get on their feet again. Staff who may very well have lost their homes, cars, all their belongings themselves.
I need to help my home city put itself back together again. I can only donate a small amount myself, but perhaps I can harness the generous, giving nature of those of you out there, to help some more. Every dollar counts.
I will of course still be shaving off my long, hot pink hair for the cause. And if you would still like your donation to go to the Cancer Council of Australia, that is fine too, just let me know. Again, if you’ve already donated, that money will go to the Cancer Council of Australia as planned. I promise to document the process and share the event here on this blog as much as possible. It’s the least I can do.
None of this money is for me. None of this money will benefit me, other than to see the city I call home be able to begin to rebuild. And then beyond to the rest of this state of Queensland.
If you haven’t already donated yet, or you have more to spare, would you please just do one thing for me? think about the last meal you ate, the roof over your head, the clothes in your wardrobe, the job you go to. Now please think of the thousands of people here in Brisbane, and in fact the rest of the state, who no longer have any of that.
Anything you can spare is welcome. Either for the Queensland Flood Appeal, or the Cancer Council of Australia – both need all the help we can give them.
or Email Me to arrange other payment method.
Thank you so much for your help.