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We share this article by Sheelin Prinzinger as a wonderful reminder of the true spirit of the season.

I received a professional disappointment today: the governor’s budget for Medicaid dental funding came in substantially below the level for which many of us had advocated. The choice had seemed so obvious to us: we can either provide funding for these services now, or face even higher social and dollar costs down the road. Apparently the governor didn’t see that logic.

I felt frustrated, powerless, feeling as if I had no control and no voice. Moving out of direct services and into foundation work four years ago forced me into a larger arena where I am not just a small fish in a big pond, I’m phytoplankton! Now I was faced with another round of communicating with legislators, or more likely their assistants. Even the delegate who is my neighbor and has known me for years sends me letters that I know have been signed by his secretary!

Needless to say, I didn't have a pleasant drive home. I mulled over the possibility of being a round peg in a square hole (you fit, but not well). Why should I even bother to try again?

When my nineteen year old son was in preschool, I was fortunate to be able to take a few years away from my high-powered advertising career to be just Mom. I was enjoying the hiatus, enjoying having time to spend with my son and with the moms of other kids his age.

I became friendly with the mother of one of his classmates, who had moved down to Virginia from Canada. As we watched the children play, we shared stories about the differences and similarities of our lives and, of course, talked about our children. She was a gentle young mother, and I felt so much more mature than her at the great age of 28. I recall doing most of the talking in our short relationship, but regardless, she seemed to enjoy our time together.

One day, though, she was more quiet than usual. There were no smiles and kisses for the children as they played; she just stared out the kitchen window of her small apartment as I babbled on. During a lull, she turned to me and told me quietly that her husband had hit her. She said he had hit her before when they lived in Canada. She didn’t say anything more.

I was dumbfounded. I’d never had anyone tell me anything like this before. I didn’t know what to say back, and in the puritan politeness my mother had instilled in me, I quietly waited an appropriate amount of time, gathered up Joseph and his toys, and left.

I was embarrassed. I didn’t know what to do; I just didn’t do anything. I avoided my friend for a couple of weeks and when I felt enough time had passed, I went to visit her, son in tow, smile plastered on my face.

No one answered my knock. Not that day. Not any other day. The family was gone. And I had an awful nameless pain in the pit of my stomach.

It was a while before I thought about what had happened. It was a while before I understood that I had heard a cry for help. I had to wait even longer before I could deal with the fact that I had ignored that cry for help.

I never went back to advertising. In the years since, I have helped many people who needed shelter, food, medical care, a listening ear, prescriptions, mental health services, and, yes, escape from domestic violence.

I’ve helped thousands of people because I couldn’t help one person.

I guess that’s why I’ll go knock on the door of my neighbor, the state legislator tomorrow. And it’s why I’ll do it the next day, and the day after.

It’s why I’ll do it for as long as it takes.

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Thank you, as always, for the work you do to make your communities better places to live. We wish for you all the possibilities life holds.

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