Today, my phone rang, and on the other end of the line, was a nice man who informed me that I had been "charged" with having a good heart, and that on December 15, 2009, I would be placed under arrest. He went on to say that escorts would arrive to take me to the Newberg-Springbrook Fire Department, where I could be placed under arrest, dressed in prison stripes, be fed a wonderful meal, and held until I was bailed out of jail. The "joke" arrest is to raise funds for Muscular Dystrophy. Instantly, I froze.
I've never been good at inspiring people. It's just not my strong suit. So, I panicked a bit at the idea of having to raise money to bail myself out of jail-- before 2:30pm, because I have to pick Short Person up from school! But, I want to do it. If for no other reason, that I strongly feel as though this qualifies as one of those moments where you can choose to live life and take the risk, or fade into the shadows from fear. And hey, let's face it, there's that small little photo opportunity that would be SO COOL. Maybe not of me, because... well... but of the "atmosphere". The event.
But, there's still that nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Would I be bailed out? Or, would I be the last one remaining at the end of the day? Considering that the phone call to my husband, who has no idea why I'm being arrested, as already told me that they can keep me!!!
I severely lack information. I have no idea how much money I need to raise. So here I sit, contemplating something I've never thought about-- well, except when really mad, lol-- to be, or not to be, arrested.
If you are reading this, please let me know if you'd be willing to bail me out of jail. I've been asking the people that filter into my office if they'd have $5 or $10 to contribute.
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