A new week begins

Today is a blah day! Went to bed feeling down, dejected and lonely in the social network world. Yesterday I blogged about a little boy needing to find his forever family in 2 months or losing his grant for good. All along I have been blogging about my son Cliff and my need to raise funds to complete his adoption. And the realization hit me. Like a ton of bricks!

What is that realization? Well I have over 600 friends on FB and only a small handful even read my blog or share it much less donate. I realize that unless some people are offered something in return nobody wants to help just out of the goodness of their heart. Tax deductible donations are simply not enough incentive to motivate one to act.

I realized that posting a plea for others to help with donations for a giveaway and posting it to an audience of over 600 will net 1 person offering help. Yet my wall is filled with postings about unreleased farmville goodies that take just as much time to share and read as my blog. I receive countless instant messages asking to send a gift in this game or that game. Don't get me wrong I would never judge someone who enjoys playing facebook games as I myself enjoy them. However, we can post our need for energy countless times a day yet we can't post a need for help. We can spend countless amounts of money on trying to win that new pixelated item for Farmville but yet can't donate even $1 for a living breathing precious little boy.

Please before you jump me on this. I realize those people reading this are probably people who have voiced their opinion and offered to help in some capacity be it prayers or fund raising down the line. Please understand these words are not directed at you. I realize the people who have not shared or spoken to me about this probably will never see this anyway. Maybe it is therapeutic to me in some way. Honestly I went to bed with tears in my eyes and I am typing this with tears in my eyes. I simply do not know how to express the importance and need for us. I never expected money each and every time someone visited my page although that would be great. I sort of expected that more and more people would take the time to see my Cliff, read about him, fall in love with him as I have. These children are real. My pleas are genuine. My tears are real.

I have nothing.. no giveaway (as I said I have one offer to donate to one when I have one), no special skill to make anything to offer you, no network of friends to raise the funds for me... nothing. I take that back.. I do have something.. I have God, I have my family, and I have a little boy named Cliff counting on me. I think I might be OK after all. Thank you for listening.