What happened to the Conga Spirit? Lots of Love!
From a Conga III Rider
OMG! What happened to the Conga spirit?? It saddens me to look at the Conga for the cause group. After joining in at the beginning of Conga III, I ran home every night anxious to see what happened while I was at work. All the fundraisers that went on for months before the meet in Cheyenne. The smiling faces, the stories of survivors, the women fighting for their life, the prayers and the many many cyber hugs. We became a family united for the cause and the money poured in. I could hardly wait for July to get here so I could make that trip to meet the awesome women and men that I become such good friends with via FB. One by one you all show up and it’s like seeing an old friend climb off a motorcycle with the biggest smile and waiting for hugs.
The pics are fabulous and you all did a good job but what happened to the spirit and the love for each other? I know I haven’t been there in person, one week isn’t enough time to go all the way to Shell and my personal funds wouldn’t support the trip but the reason is still there and breast cancer is still a killer so get over whatever it is that’s going on, stop the drama, Keep track of the funds and post how much money was raised and where it went and start planning for Conga VI. It’s not about you, it’s about kicking cancer to the curb..
What happened she asks!!
I have no idea.. I really don’t know what this person is talking about honestly..From the bottom of my heart… I feel/ felt, the love, the spirit, the camaraderie of this Conga more than ever. I knew it was different. I had lost my mojo, from the get go.
2 years agoI moved to a new town, and had no one to help me fundraise. I didn’t want to do it myself, and I didn’t. I felt guilty as hell, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I lost my mojo for sure. But… the Conga had to go on, even if it were going to be the last one! It was becoming too much for me, although it was my fault. Year 5 and the Conga still owed me money from all the t-shirts, koosies, shot glasses, bandannas, bracelets etc that I had purchased to make the Conga work. My goal was to take a little back at a time, so we could all see the fundraising reach its goal faster. There was no money in the bank so to speak, we didn’t keep money aside, it was never even discussed. I am not sure where people thought the money came from. I just believed, they trusted me as they always had done before. When we had sales on the silent auctions and the money went to my pay pal, I would then deduct more off what the Conga owed me. Finally this year, we are square.
This year was different, yes… less money, more love… We saw some of our local friends in the Shell and Greybull area, stricken with cancer. We went to the Cancer Clinic, as hard as it was, we did it.. I ran. Biird stayed… I saw her tuck in Jims feet under the blanket, tuck them in, kiss them, smile with him, what does Flobee do?? Run!! I couldn’t handle it.. Love.. it was there.. it was in the air.. but you weren’t there, so how dare you, say… where is the love and the Spirit!
There were people from Shell, and Greybull, that had given, their heart and sole, their money, their hair, their things, to help donate in any way they could. Time, and efforts and gifts, more than you could ever imagine. People bidding against each other, just to up the anty, to make more money for the cause. I for one was bidding against a coat, that Lori donated, only for the winning bidder, to turn around and give it back to me…. Love.. yes it was there. Again, my fault, that I did not keep on top of my blog.
Wilbur giving his pink hair, to the upcoming young Wilbur, who worked his lil butt off with his sister, to help raise money for the cause. Wow, I could go on and on and on to tell you how much love and less money was donated, for the Conga V
OMG..Karen of all people, handles it so damn well. She is out their passing out her love and her strength in every waking moment. She pops in when she is needed with out even knowing she is needed, like when…
Natalie’s friend from Canada, breakss down, and admit, she had the same type of cancer as Biird… You wanna see love…it was fucking there… she wanted to curl right up in the fetal position and cry, Then she met Biird… She was so thankful, and told me me how much this journey meant to her. She thanked me of all people, and said Biird was her newest and best friend, and the only person, she could really relate to. This chick, rocks, rides a cool bike with ape hangers, and I am sure she will be on the next Conga, if for nothing else but to connect with our Biird.
One other piece of love, and spirit I will never forget… The dear love of our friend Boots… yes.. Debbie Baldwin Payne. One of the main reasons, this Conga V went on wether I felt like doing it or not. We had love.. she was there, not only was Sonny, her best friend Traci Dillard was there, I was there!! People were there, that only knew her on line. It was a ride in memory of our dear Boots.. you didn’t have to meet her in person, to know how special she was. Marci raised over $800 to have her head shaved in memory of her.. She passed on her birthday… Love… lots of love in Shell and Greybull for the Conga V
By the way… I missed out on every breakfast in Greybull to blog, while everyone gathered and visited, but I was determined the blog, pics, donations had to be posted, to keep every one informed. It is tiring, very tiring, but I feel it is my job, and this proves it… it has to be done. Do you think I want to?? No, I want someone to take the work away from me, more than anything the money… I HATE, handling the money more than anything. I did ask a few people if they would take it over, and no one wanted to do it, do to, the fact they are working and it would be an income. Okay so I am not working …so to speak., yah, I work, on the Conga, but non profit, for me, lol
So you all may think we need to go non-profit.. yup, we could do that, the more you spend on it, the less the Conga raises. Not only that, I have no clue how to do it.. Do you?? Would you please help me take this over? We have grown, to where, it is not just friends, getting together, for a good cause and hey take this money and put it on line for me would ya… to… hey you sure you put all that money online that I gave you.
Okay,now we have come to another situation.. the Conga HAS changed… There will be no tshirts, no coosies, no shot glasses, no bracelets, no things to sell to double our money for the cause.. Guess where all the money came from and how many years it took to pay for the items to be paid back, because I was so excited about the money going on line for the cause..
Bottom line… I am asking for help… Yours!! Anyone that can step up to the plate, and help this Conga, keep on kicking Cancer to the curb. Please do!! I am so open to ideas, advice, help!