Thank you for taking the time to read this page. A year has gone by since I shaved my head in a humbling experience of generosity and solidarity to fuel the fight against childhood cancer. The reactions and support from friends and families of children fighting every day as well as complete strangers was inspiring and made me honored to participate in such a worthy and horribly necessary cause. In that year, there have been great strides made by children that I know in winning their fight; their courage and hope inspire everyday and help to maintain a perspective of what is truly important in life and family. Yet, there have continued to be heartbreaking stories of families whose fight ends in grief and too many angels leaving for heaven after hard fought battles well before we would want any of them to go back. Inspired by these stories, as well as a semi-thorough Internet search that confirms that, indeed, childhood cancer has not been eradicated, I am setting out again to shave my head to help raise awareness and finds for St. Baldricks. Fully acknowledging a tough economy right now, I only ask for whatever support people can manage. As these times tighten, unfortunately, so do many charitable contributions, making every penny and dime received all the more crucial. Once again this year, I would like to dedicate this effort to the brave children and families: - In Honor of Haidyn Reinhardt - In Honor of Charlie Morlock - In Memory of Cian Crowley http://www.cianscause.org - All of the brave children and families who are shared and linked through CarePages; for those who fight every day and those who are still holding the mantle for the brave souls who have given their all and inspire well after they have left us. As evidenced last year, the results will likely not be pretty. I have well proven that genetics are fighting to keep my hair because, really, my bald head is not meant for daylight unless I am dressing like a circa-1979 Ban Roll-On for Halloween. To say I looked like a cue ball would actually be a complement; it really rather looked like an old half-inflated volleyball (the fact that my wife painted a red face on it as I slept and would call it Wilson only made it worse. ;) But, it is such a small action I can take to help children who are so worthy of not only unending respect but also any bit of support that can be offered. And, as with last year, I am leaving the cycling and running to the experts and relying on my expertise in being shaved and shorn for the greater good to shine through on March 7. I have teamed with my sons' academy this year to help in their honorable efforts to support this cause as well. Again, thank you for reading and your support in these efforts - Slainte!