A Note From Hart

What is the glue that holds Abby and I together?

Yes we have known each other for 12 years, we played volleyball together, we’ve been to Europe and flown back in first class together, our mothers are teachers and our dads are great cooks, we had almost every class together in high school, we have the privilege of having a last name that starts with an “H”, etc. etc.

But I think the real bond that will always link Abs and I is our feet.

I officially fell in love with Abby when I found out what size shoes she wore. I was no longer the only 12 year old with a shoe size almost equivalent to their age. In our gym uniforms, Abby and I looked like two capital letter L’s. Our tall, gangly bodies were securely fastened to the ground with size 11 anchors. We knew the embarrassment of being told that women’s shoes didn’t come in our size. We had felt the agony of being sent to the men’s shoe department. We had suffered the cold sting of not sharing shoes with tiny-footed friends. At last! A sole-mate!

And that’s what Abby has been to me. A friend with large tootsies and an even larger heart.
Deciding to walk with Abby in the 3 Day was probably the easiest decision I have ever made. When someone you love has to go through something you can’t even imagine and an opportunity rises for you to help out in the smallest way, you take it. And besides, I couldn’t let her be the only woman in men’s shoes out there! In October, I will be walking in memory of Ms. Jean but in honor of Abby because there is no greater testament to Ms. Jean’s life than her daughters.