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Friends- We can’t explain how encouraged and thankful we are for the support we have received for the documentary. It’s wonderful to be supported, to find that Rocky’s story resonates with other people the same way it did with us. In the last couple weeks, this project has gone from a vision and a hope to the reality of searching for flights, getting shots, and applying for visas. It’s a realizing dream. Steve (director) and Phinehas (writer) will be departing in early January 2011, with Danny (producer) and John (director of photography) following later that month. As of today, we’ve raised almost 80% of the funding we need (having just about $1,500 more to raise before we reach our goal). If you haven’t heard Rocky’s story yet, visit the Kickstarter link to find out why this project is important. If you’d like to continue to support us, click here to see the status of our funding. You can also help by passing this e-mail on to friends- click here to forward this to others. Thank you all for your support! Please take a moment to read over this email, browse our webpage/blog, and pass it on! Kickstarter Donation Page: http://www.kickstarter.com/ Rocky’s Latest Email “She’s Got Away” And so I sat before a crowd of 1200, gazing up into an audience that she would never see, commanding for her a recognition she’d never know, offering a gift she could never enjoy, and I began to tell her story. Sheashu was born the daughter of a poor Muslim farmer in a place where daughters are so often considered a curse. Shortly after her fifth birthday, Sheashu’s father died of AIDS and only a little while later it became clear that the very thing that killed him was also living in her. As one of India’s multitudes of rural poor, Sheashu had little chance of gaining an education and, with her gender and the illness as well; she grew up never having been to school. I remember the first day I met her, a pretty girl with small features and dark, southern skin. She was one of several dozen young AIDS victims there, all of whom had stories as heart-rending and futures as bleak as hers. Having been there three months, every one of those abandoned, unloved children had become a part of me. Yet it was Sheashu’s plight that seeded my dream. |
Could you offer anything less to someone who has lost all that matters to them? Could you offer anything less when you know they cannot even be present to receive the gift? For these reasons, and too many others, I knew it had to be perfect.About the Author
