I was speed-reading the email yesterday, scanning the content, and my eyes fell upon a name I recognized, Marcus Luttrell.
I remembered right away who he was, the Lone Survivor, a man with an incredible story, a man I knew my son would be love to get to see.
“nationwide Patriot Tour and the opportunity to hear one of the most amazing true stories as told in the words of its author”
I clicked to Read More.
I started scanning again…
(Click here to see if Luttrell’s Patriot Tour is coming to a city near you)
I clicked, and scrolled some more, and there it was, Minneapolis!!
A city near us!
And then I noticed this-
And my heart started pounding. I knew how much Ian would love to actually meet Marcus Luttrell.
I clicked, and scrolled a little more, and then my heart sank. Those VIP tickets were $354. Each.
We’re getting by, by the grace of God and a lot of hard work from IT Guy, but we’re not rolling in it. We didn’t have the money for those tickets and I knew it. I wondered if we could raise the money…
And then I noticed the date, a little over 24 hrs away…
My throat tightened, tears started to well up in my eyes, threatening to overflow, and I headed out back “to check on the garden for a minute…” (a ploy I’ve used often during the past 2 years to have a quick cry out-of-sight of my many blessed little witnesses).
I wanted so badly for this to happen for Ian, but I knew we didn’t have the money to do it.
I felt defeated. And then I felt determined.
I’ve learned a thing or two about social media. I may still be a little fish in a big pond (lake, sea, ocean…), but I have a growing platform and what better thing to use if for than to try to bless my son in this way?
There was no time to lose, but we already had a packed schedule that day. We packed everyone into the van and headed into town for Tae Kwon Do, where I sat there watching class, all the while devising my strategy to find a way to make this work.
I became a mom on a mission.
Public figures have people. Agents, PR reps, staffers, and/or handlers of some sort. There had to be a way to get a message to someone who might have the power to do something special, in a hurry.
The moment we got home, I emailed. More than once.
I hopped on Facebook to share a bit of Ian’s story, and to plead for help.
I rallied friends and family to do the same.
Somebody had to notice.
I tweeted at some big-name conservative figures, unashamedly asking for RT’s (retweets).
And then this happened-
Followed by a flurry of RT’s and “favorites”, and a personal message from Glenn Beck, himself, saying he had just written to Marcus and would do all he could to help.
Seriously. That happened.
And then I got the e-mail letting me know that there would be VIP tickets waiting in my name at will call!
I don’t know if it was the weight of the note from Glenn Beck, or if it was the power of social media stirring up a bit of a viral storm as hundreds of people, maybe thousands by now, chimed in with their cyber-voices shouting for a chance for our Ian to meet a real live American hero. All I know is that it happened. It worked, and Ian and I are going to meet Marcus Luttrell tonight!!
To say he’s excited today would be a bit of an understatement.
Thank you to ALL who helped make this possible!