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35 God created me to serve, not to be served, and helped me to serve, including the “Fresh Appeal” and “Hand to Hand Appeal”. In the year 1991, during my busy life, I experienced another but different battle. This was a fund-raising project, which started like this. One morning, I was reading the Herald-Sun, and saw a photo of an eight-year-old boy with arms and legs missing. It broke my heart to read that school friends raised enough money to buy him a computer, but someone stole it. I did not act quickly, as I felt that, with publicity like that, a big corporation would help. I put the article away to enquire later if help had come. After two weeks, I phoned the journalist, and he supplied me with the names of the boy’s parents. They informed me that no-one had come forward with any assistance. I promised I would get back to them with help. I approached the Lions Club, suggesting that we help the boy by raising funds to purchase artificial legs and arms. In order for the industry people to support the project, I used a sort of psychology. First, I influenced them emotionally, then afterwards asked for help. Every member fell in love with the boy. We all agreed to get the ‘fresh’ industry involved, so we formed a Committee of eleven people representing every section. I arranged to have the boy at the market on two mornings, and made sure that everybody met him. As a result, one morning, when Orlando placed the boy on top of a pile of tomatoes and asked all his clients for contributions, he raised $6,500 in one hour. Together with the barbecue at my house, we raised $17,500 within a few weeks. In the meantime, the Committee suggested we have a market promotion day to promote the ‘fresh’ industry, and all proceeds would go towards the boy’s artificial limbs. The date was set for 25 March 1992, but one of the members representing the wholesalers was against it, because he himself had only one hand, and his argument was that the money we raised must go to a number of handicapped people, and not just this boy.
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