The great thing about New York is the volume of people with their eyes wide open. So much goes down in this city. The food, architecture, art and culture. So when we brought our Big Love Balls to The Big Apple, we were embraced by open minds and open hearts. We were invited into cafes, serenaded in Central Park and squeezed a lot. Evenly awed one might say.
A young man named Michael Page was sucker punched leaving him comatose on the floor of a Starbucks in Vancouver. Onlookers stood helplessly watching. Two days later and with zero choice, his parents Steffany and Mike made the call to let him go.
Women stood as mothers, sisters and daughters and friends. Without raising our voice in decibel we amplified our message: when we create unity amongst ourselves we can be of service to humankind. If BIGLOVEBALL is a metaphor for the world, we are using PINK as symbolic for the intrinsic strengths and abilities of women.
Potbellied, or “mini pigs”, were trendy in the ’80”s. People were either confused, misinformed or short sighted when wrapping these beings in boxes with bows and taking them home like toys. Many were left abused and abandoned upon realizing the commitment of caring for them into adulthood.
Our big city became a neighbourhood as 28 of us proudly marched, danced and played with the crowds while handing out YOU ARE LOVED notes by the thousands. We boldly carried signs that read HAVE THE BALLS TO SHOW YOUR LOVE and COME OUT AND PLAY, flaunting our love light amongst 500,000 friends.
Meet our 44 four footed friends. These family members are a combination of rescue dogs, show dogs and no one knows dogs. One is blind. One has 3 legs. One of them taught us that dogs donate blood to other dogs…who knew? They all are loved.
Grayson McGill underwent open heart surgery in his first week of life and has spent every day since battling against a rare metabolic disorder called Maple Syrup Urine Disease (MSUD). Grayson’s daily survival is dependent upon vigilant monitoring by his parents and a team of doctors.
