A Rare Thing: Asking for Help (with a mix of hope and nerves)

Asking for help isn’t exactly my strong suit.
But family… has a way of softening even the most independent souls.
I work at a nonprofit, pouring my energy into data dives, team support, meaningful stories, and thoughtful improvements (even our website’s smiling more these days). I do it with heart — but, for now, it doesn’t quite stretch to cover a plane ticket.

My parents live far away. We usually get one precious visit a year, but that “once” in 2025? It hasn’t happened yet. I want to believe it will — but so far, the numbers say: not this time.

What makes it even more important is my 10-year-old son. To him, his grandparents are gentle wizards — full of warmth, stories, and roots. I want him to know them beyond grainy screens and glitchy calls. I want them to laugh in the same room.

So I started a little travel fund — one tiny step toward a big, beautiful hug.

If you feel moved to support this journey, here’s how:
• Contribute whatever feels right — even small amounts can tip the scales.
• Share this post — maybe it’ll land in just the right hands.
• Or simply send a kind word — you’d be amazed how far that warmth travels.

Thank you for reading. For caring. For believing in the power of family moments.
With luck and love, this will be the year I get to hug my parents again.