Year 15 for me. Apparently, I’m a Crusader now.
Hard to believe it has been that long.
Do you know what fifteen years of shaving your head for St. Baldrick's Foundation gets you?
The official title: Crusader for a Cure.
Which sounds like I should arrive on horseback.
In reality, I show up in jeans and leave looking like a polished bowling ball.
I am already a Knight, though very few people call me “Sir,” and almost none of them mean it. 15 years later I’m still at it.
For fifteen straight years I have willingly surrendered my hair to raise money for childhood cancer research. Not hand me downs from adult treatments. Research specifically designed and built for kids. Because better and safer treatments mean more futures.
I do it because kids fighting cancer do not get to choose bald, and their parents deserve to know they are not alone.
St. Baldrick’s funds research designed specifically for childhood cancers. Better treatments. Safer treatments. More futures.
This is the one fundraiser I do every year. No auctions. No raffles. Just clippers, courage, and a very committed scalp.
If you can donate, I would be truly grateful.
If you cannot, no pressure at all. Share it. Cheer me on. Send a hat.
On shave day I will embrace my role as Crusader for a Cure. Shiny. Slightly dramatic. A bit over-the-top. Completely worth it.
Fifteen years down. Still showing up.

Love,
Paul