This weekend we need a good memory. A memory that is based on when we came together as a country.
I strongly suspect that many Americans still recall with fondness, Jerry Lewis, one of the biggest-hearted and dare I say one of the funniest men in this nation when he hosted the Muscular Dystrophy Telethon.
Most people admire Jerry Lewis, and applaud what he did for ‘his kids’. God love him!
As a teenager, I watched several hours on Sunday night and then as the family planned for the cookout the set would be on and turned up to be heard throughout the house. There was always a bustle of excitement when tote board numbers would change and Lewis would add his charm and wit to the higher cash totals that had been generated from his tireless work. In my high school years, I would call and donate ten dollars and urge my classmates to do the same. Several years my plea was reported on the local coverage.
America was one big community filling the boots of firefighters with money, people heading to the local TV affiliates to add their cash to the canisters, but most important of all just picking up the phone and making a pledge to help someone else. While everyone was trying to make a difference for the cause, I always felt this was one of those times when we were all just a bit more united, a bit more of a family, a bit more of the type of people we really want to be as a nation.
Jerry Lewis was doing a telethon for a disease, but the effect had far larger and deeper ramifications.