Another effort for 63rd Street Beach

A hot summer day in Chicago. Temperature above 90 degrees - humidity hitting 75%. Hot air blows into your face. You don’t have a towel so you use your shirt to wipe the sweat off your face and neck. You take a swig of cold-fresh-water from a fountain, bottle or cup. Ahhhhh!

Did you know that everyday more than 4,000 children in places like Africa, Haiti, and India die because they don’t have access to clean drinking water?

Drinking a glass of water is taken for granted for most of us in the US. What we take for granted is a luxury to others. For the over 4,000 children who wish they could have a cool glass of fresh water the wish unfortunately dies with them. The lack of fresh water is life altering, it is also life threatening.

So, knowing this, how can we be so apathetic and self absorbed when it comes to cleaning up our own waterways?

Water is what we are.
Our bodies are composed of about 72% water.
Our brain is over 75% water.
Our blood is made up of more than 80% water.
Our liver is 96% water.
We run on water.

I will be adopting
63rd Street
 Beach one-more-time this summer to assist in making sure that our children, family and friends are able to swim and enjoy Lake Michigan without the fear of inviting any type of contaminant into their bodies. Because of our misuse of the beach and lake from trash and human and animal waste it has become imperative that we help out.

Won’t you help?  If you can, meet us at the Beach House on 64th &
Lake Shore Drive
 on Saturday, June 4, from 9am-11am and help us keep our water clean by cleaning up the beach. It only takes two hours to volunteer – two hours! But, I guarantee you will feel wonderful for the rest of the day! 

Wear closed toes shoes. Trash bags and gloves will be given to you. Also – juice, coffee and donuts are on us. Helping out; giving of yourself; isn’t this what it’s really about?

Peace.
JoAnn
(Part of G’S Army)

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