Hi.My name is Josiah. I am a thirteen year old boy and I have something to say.
When I was about 8 I had a friend who I would visit at his camp. His
friend was diagnosed with cancer and wasn't given a very long time to
live by the doctors' prediction. His parents still did decide to give him
chemo therapy (against the doctors opinion). Me and my brother (who is 1
year younger than me) thought it would be sad to see our friend loose
someone close to him. So we decided to shave our heads bald for
fund-raising for cancer. We received $200 which was a major
accomplishment for us! We gave the money to Northern Cancer Research. If that
boy's parents decided not to give him the treatment under the doctors'
advice he would have died years ago.But he never did die. The cancer never left him but he still plays hockey and is a perfectly normal kid.That wasn't the only time I shaved my head for
When I was about 11 the earthquake in Haiti devastated the lives of millions of people living there. That summer me and my family went to a huge outdoor music festival. There my mom met a man named Eugene Cho. Eugene Cho is the founder of Ones Days Wages, a charitable organization. I wanted to do something for the people of Haiti, to start a fundraiser. My mom suggested contacting Mr.Cho to see if he would help me. He did and created a campaign on his website. If you would like to visit this page here is the link:
I began fund-raising and collected around $1,100. The campaign is still ongoing.
On January 15, 2012 a close cousin of mine was diagnosed with cancer. She had a very aggressive form of leukemia. Everyone was devastated. She had to go to the Children's Hospital in London. She was 14 years old when diagnosed. After the reality of it sank in we all began to think of the future. Her mom would have to stay with her the whole time. With her older sister and father alternating between two cites they wouldn't be getting enough money coming through and her mom would have to come back home to work. That couldn't happen so me, my mom and my brother decided to do something (the same brother, the youngest was only a few years old). The two of us decided to shave our heads and collect money one more time. Our mother,the one who really got every thing going and did a huge portion of the work with her sisters (thanks mom and all you awesome aunties!!!) was awesome. Within five minutes of the campaign we raised $500. Over the months we raised thousands and thousands of dollars. The day when we would shave our heads was 26th of March, the birthday of Bronwyn (our sick cousin). Dozens of people decided to shave their heads or get a purple high lite in their hair. On that day Bronwyn made an appearance for her birthday back at home. During that Birthday Bash (as we call it) we raised over $15,000. It was completely phenomenal!
Bronwyn went back to London and stared death in the eyes more than once. Over and over I had to prepare myself for the sad reality that could happen. During the worst of these my mom left to visit her and help/support their family. During that weekend I was terrified for a phone call from mom with bad news. But it never came. My mom came back home and Bronwyn was still alive (phewwww). Every day everyone would look for an update on Bronwyn. The chemo therapy nearly killed her and she had to get a VAD for her heart. She is still with us today and we do pray for a new heart. She's scared us a lot but through prayer, hard work and the meaning of family we got through it. She won't be home for another year or more but we are very hopeful (cant wait to see you Bronwyn!).
Just recently my homeroom teacher was talking a bit about reserves. Throughout my lifetime I've visited many of these small communities. My dad is part of a band called Broken Walls. This band ministers to the First Nations Peoples of North America. I've gone on more than one trip with him so I know what they are like. So when my teacher talked about this I brought up the subject with my parents. We talked a bit about one of the reserves my dad has visited. It is called Pikangikum, which is in Ontario,Canada. Pikangikum has the highest suicide rate per capita in the world. My mom decided to Google this community and we found an article about it. The article talks about what it is like to live there. In Pikangikum almost every house is without running water Obviously they can get clean and wash themselves but when its -40 degrees Celsius its not so much fun to haul water. Pikangikum also deals with a lot of gas sniffers and alcoholics. Kids just wander around all night and sleep all day. The school in Pikangikum was burned down by a certain student and until further notice is held in trailers. The living conditions there are terrible and hardly anyone is doing any thing about it. That is why I've decided to spread awareness on this small community. The article touched my heart and I am determined to do something. Me, my mom and auntie are also trying to connect classrooms in Pikangikum with other classrooms around Canada. The link to that article is here:
Thank you for reading this, I'll be posting more blogs soon on my thoughts on subjects important to me, future plans for Pikangikum and more about me.