When I was 16, I had brain surgery to repair a ruptured aneurysm. When I was first admitted to Parkview, I was given a 50/50 chance of survival.
Unfortunately, there was to Ronald McDonald House then. While my father worked and cared for the house and three children, my mother spent her days outside the ICU awaiting her allotted 10-minute visitation periods and her nights on a lobby bench. For six weeks, there was no place for her to change, shower, snack, sleep or get away for a few minutes.
In late 2001, when I read that Ronald McDonald House Charities had approached Parkview Hospital, my wife, Rita, and I met with Executive Director Lisa Pacula to present our first check.
Why do my wife and I still make regular monthly donations? So that families of other hospitalized children don’t have to go through what my parents did. You only have to give a little to get back a lot.