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February 18, 1985
A day off—one phone call to make—to a young man named Keith. A victim of cancer his R. leg was amputated several years ago. Today he is finishing a 3000 mile run across the U.S. for the Cancer fund. Today at 2 P.M. he finished in Santa Monica. It was a real pleasure to call & congratulate him.
I made another call on my own to a young lady in Reseda Calif. I’d read a news story about her grandfather 84 yrs. old—his mind getting a little dim but he believes in our admin. Every time he got one of those computerized fund raising letters he contributed until he’d given his total savings of $4200 away. Then crying he called his granddaughter because he couldn’t give me more. I asked these magic working W.H. operators if they could get this young lady on the phone. All they had to go by was her name. They got her. I told her I wanted to talk to her grandfather to thank him but then to tell him about computer mail & that he must throw any more letters in the waste basket. He’s just been put in a nursing home & she didn’t know the phone number. She’ll get it & send it to me.