Testimonial

Thirteen years ago I anxiously greeted a group of kids in wheelchairs at a camp where I’d never been. Just act normal, just act normal, I thought. The week went by and we sang the final song at the campfire. The goodbyes were tearful and heartbreaking. Why did it affect me so much?

For the next several years I began to realize that BB guns, boating, swimming and campfires weren’t just fun. The kids actually learned things from camp. It was normal and they were normal and they could open up and just be themselves. No belittling like in the halls at school, no staring like at the mall, no embarrassment for having to wear pull-ups.

The past few years I’ve realized how important camp has become to me. With all the problems in the world: terrorism, gas prices, work, debt, my thinning hair; I appreciate how much I really NEED camp. I don’t want to simply get a job, keep it, make money, raise a family, retire and die. I want to do SOMETHING. DO SOMETHING.

» Tracy Pierret, MD :: Sanford Clinic Watertown