Late Night Chivers, I could use just a little more help.

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I just arrived in LA with Bob. He and I sat next to each other on the flight from Austin, mash-loading Justin Fitch’s story just like everybody else. We watched as theCHIVE community decided that, this 4th of July, we were going to grant a dying veteran’s wish in spectacular fashion. 

Justin and Active Heroes had fought for two years to bring an ambitious dream to life, a dream of building a log cabin retreat for soldiers with PTSD; a place where soldiers and their families can come together to focus on healing through outdoor activities, nature, and family-building challenges.  

Tragically, Justin discovered that his colon cancer was terminal. He had a precious few months to live. For Justin, the race was on to try and finish the job before he passed, a race that he was losing. He lobbed a Hail Mary into theCHIVE, Brian and Angie and Chive Charities caught it. Then at 1:33pm today, the Chivers got ahold of Justin’s story. What happened next is the stuff of legend: 

The goal was set at a lofty $78,000. I have no problem saying this now because I’m drunk but I almost balked at the $78,000 number and made it $50,000 but then Angie called me a pussy and I was grateful to have these kind of people in my life. Anyway, I published the story and then I start drinking.  After about 30 minutes, Brian Mercedes, the Executive Director of Chive Charities, and also, smarter than I am, came into my office and said, “The donation velocity eclipses every metric I’ve ever seen.”

“Speak English to me, honey, I’m just a man.”

“Justin’s story is fucking crushing it.”

In a little over an hour theCHIVERS smashed $78,000 goal. The Chivers seemed to think that building only one cabin was a silly thing. And that was that. The total now stands at $147,000. 

As we got off the plane in LA, Bob said it best, “Wait’ll the night shift gets ahold of this. They’re fucking crazy.” Our late-night Chivers are an odd bunch, the misfits of the misfit, and we have a special relationship. It goes like this: My inbox is fairly docile during the day and at night it basically explodes letting me know exactly what I’m doing right, and, most importantly, what I could be doing better. I have grown to love this exchange. It’s helped mold theCHIVE as you know it today in fact.

So tonight I’m giving you animals Justin’s story. And this donations page. And I trust you’ll do what you do; forecast calls for reckless altruism.  

Donate to Justin RIGHT HERE!

Thanks, Chivers. You constantly raise the bar on the internet and you proved yourselves again today in record-setting fashion. 

And thank you, Justin. I hope we did good for you today, my friend. 

As usual, I’m not spell checking any of this. 

Oh, and please explore The Chive Fund, those Chivers made all this possible right here!

KCCO,

J. 

UPDATE: That escalated quickly. I went to dinner, returned, and my jaw dropped. The late-night Chivers had throttled Justin's fundraiser to the tune of... $70,000 in 90 minutes. We just hit $215,000. It was surreal for me to even type that number.

Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. I mean, let's be realistic, I was hoping I could get Justin like a $10,000 bump and instead you build a whole other cabin while i was eating chicken wings. theCHIVE even surprises me sometimes.

I just arrived in LA with Bob. He and I sat next to each other on the flight from Austin, mash-loading Justin Fitch’s story just like everybody else. We watched as theCHIVE community decided that, this 4th of July, we were going to grant a dying veteran’s wish in spectacular fashion.

Justin and Active Heroes had fought for two years to bring an ambitious dream to life, a dream of building a log cabin retreat for soldiers with PTSD; a place where soldiers and their families can come together to focus on healing through outdoor activities, nature, and family-building challenges.

Tragically, Justin discovered that his colon cancer was terminal. He had a precious few months to live. For Justin, the race was on to try and finish the job before he passed, a race that he was losing. He lobbed a Hail Mary into theCHIVE, Brian and Angie and Chive Charities caught it. Then at 1:33pm today, the Chivers got ahold of Justin’s story. What happened next is the stuff of legend:

The goal was set at a lofty $78,000. I have no problem saying this now because I’m drunk but I almost balked at the $78,000 number and made it $50,000 but then Angie called me a pussy and I was grateful to have these kind of people in my life. Anyway, I published the story and then I start drinking. After about 30 minutes, Brian Mercedes, the Executive Director of Chive Charities, and also, smarter than I am, came into my office and said, “The donation velocity eclipses every metric I’ve ever seen.”

“Speak English to me, honey, I’m just a man.”

“Justin’s story is fucking crushing it.”

In a little over an hour theCHIVERS smashed $78,000 goal. The Chivers seemed to think that building only one cabin was a silly thing. And that was that. The total now stands at $147,000.

As we got off the plane in LA, Bob said it best, “Wait’ll the night shift gets ahold of this. They’re fucking crazy.” Our late-night Chivers are an odd bunch, the misfits of the misfit, and we have a special relationship. It goes like this: My inbox is fairly docile during the day and at night it basically explodes letting me know exactly what I’m doing right, and, most importantly, what I could be doing better. I have grown to love this exchange. It’s helped mold theCHIVE as you know it today in fact.

So tonight I’m giving you animals Justin’s story. And this donations page. And I trust you’ll do what you do; forecast calls for reckless altruism.

Donate to Justin RIGHT HERE!

Thanks, Chivers. You constantly raise the bar on the internet and you proved yourselves again today in record-setting fashion.

And thank you, Justin. I hope we did good for you today, my friend.

As usual, I’m not spell checking any of this.

Oh, and please explore The Chive Fund, those Chivers made all this possible right here!

KCCO,

J.

UPDATE: That escalated quickly. I went to dinner, returned, and my jaw dropped. The late-night Chivers had throttled Justin's fundraiser to the tune of... $70,000 in 90 minutes. We just hit $215,000. It was surreal for me to even type that number.

Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. I mean, let's be realistic, I was hoping I could get Justin like a $10,000 bump and instead you build a whole other cabin while i was eating chicken wings. theCHIVE even surprises me sometimes.

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