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WalkAmerica 2005

I've participated in WalkAmerica for the past two years, with the BabyCenter.com IC team. This year is particularly important because our friends, John and Mary Kenyon, lost their beautiful little boy in January following a three-month NICU battle trying to fight the effects of being born at a mere 24 weeks gestation. Little Will became a big inspiration for many people, and we all ache because he's gone. We walk with the hope that someday, wonderful parents like John and Mary won't have to endure such heartache.

To sign up to walk in your community, go to www.marchofdimes.com
To support me in my walk, which will be April 30 in IC, click this post's headline.
To read more about Will, go to http://willkenyon.blogspot.com

When you join March of Dimes WalkAmerica, you bond together with millions of others in the fight to defeat premature birth. Today in the U.S., 1,305 babies will be born prematurely. Some of them won't survive, and others will have health problems that could last a lifetime. The March of Dimes is taking the lead to find answers. You can help. The funds you raise in WalkAmerica support research that saves babies' lives.

The mission of the March of Dimes is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects and infant mortality.

The March of Dimes
Saving babies. Together.

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