Here’s the whole staff, down at the old downtown Chuy’s:
Gene’s on the far right. That’s me next to him. Yep, promise it is.
(Others from right: Patrick Lea, Shannon Brown, Dennise, Carolyn Herter, Rafael Anchia, Shannon Breaux, and Chris Wilmoth)
Here’s Carolyn, me, Gene, and Dennise on graduation day in front of Letterman Hall:
Yes, I had hair then.
Gene moved to New York after school and he did dance for some time there. Eventually, he settled in to a career as a teacher, married a wonderful woman, and had some great kids. (Theymust be…they’re Gene’s…).
But Gene has something else that sets him apart from all my other friends. And it’s not a distinction he –or anyone else for that matter– would ever want. Gene Connor, and his family, has been touched by the scourge of cancer more than anyone else I know.
As Gene tells it, until he reached adulthood he’d never really thought much about cancer. A few folks had it along the way…a grandmother, a great-uncle, a friend of the family. But he was young, they were somewhat distant, and it didn’t strike close.
That all changed in 2005.
First, Gene’s wife’s grandmother –a beloved member of the family– died. That was quickly followed by his uncle. Then his wife’s aunt. Then a colleague from work. Somewhere in this, Gene also learned that his mother –who had ben out of his life for some years, and only recently reconnected– had also had cancer somewhere along the way.
That would have been enough. I mean, that’s five close family members and friend in a period of just a few years.
But that’s not half the story…
Somewhere in the midst of all this, his sister also got cancer.
The very next year,another of his sisters got cancer.
A year after that? Athird sister got cancer.
Three sisters in less than three years. Plus the other five close friends and family….eight people in all, in the span of just a few years.
How could this be?!!!he wondered. What is going on here?!!!
Obviously, he was there for his family, providing emotional support to them (Gene’s a very kind soul…). But what a load to carry, and what a struggle to keep hope.
Then, he started thinking,What if this isn’t over? What if it happens again to someone else I love?
That’s when Gene knew he had to do MORE.
So, Gene decided to do something he knew he could do to help. He decided to ride his bike.
Gene decided to ride his bike 2000 miles over the span of one year, and to use that goal to raise money for the American Cancer Society. Thus“Connor’s Army” was born; a movement of friends, family, and other supporters that are helping Gene make this goal.
His goal is to raise $10,000. The year is just about half gone, and Gene is just about halfway to the goal. I could not be prouder of my old friend. But often, the last half of a goal is harder to reach than the first. And so, I’d like to urge you all to join in.
Become a part of Connor’s Army, and help Gene make his goal. You can do that bygoing right here.
Here’s a part of Gene’s plea for you to be involved:
“Now please understand. I’m no Lance Armstrong. I cycle to work and occasionally for pleasure, but by the end of 2006 I logged about 1,500 commuting miles. And in 2007 I plan to push myself as I raise money for the American Cancer Society. In 2007 every drop I sweat will be in gratitude for Winnie, Angela and TaMara. In 2007 every hill I struggle up will be for my children. In 2007 every mile I ride will be to help beat this disease that ravages the lives of everyday people. In 2007 you can join the battle, too, by joining Connor’s Army in the war against cancer.
Help make 2007 the year everyone facing cancer knows that they’re not doing battle on their own.”
One of the cool things about the internet is that it allows us to make connections we would never otherwise make. Most of you would never know Gene. But this blog lets you know him a bit, giving you the chance to connect with an average guy trying to make a difference.
It’s a great story, it’s all true, and I’m proud to say it’s the story of a friend who’s certainly one of my “Balcony People.” Gene has made the choice not to be a victim, but to be a fighter.
I hope you’ll be inspired to help him, and I hope you’ll give generously.