Welcome to John Peluso's Personal Donation Page
This is my brother, Michael Covert. Well, technically we were not born as brothers, but family isn't necessarily determined by blood, but by experiences, emotions, connections, and a bond. These are just a few of the adjectives I would use when I describe the relationship I had with my dear friend. Covy, as we all called him, lived with a disease called Epidermolysis Bullosa. This condition physically limited Covy in many ways, but luckily, Covy was too stubborn to let his EB ruin his love for life. This man lived day to day with pain that none of us could ever dream of. Simple things like running, jumping, and many other activities that we take for granted were the stuff that dreams were made of for Covy. EB took so much from him. But as the body began to fail, the mind began to sharpen. See, Michael was a humble individual. He was hard-working, attentive, caring, and possessed all of the other traits the ideal human being could ever desire. Though he may or may not have been aware of his characteristics, there is one thing about his legend that he would never realize. My pal Michael, my brother, was the greatest teacher I have ever had. Please allow me to explain. After his passing a few years ago, the world turned very dark for myself and the others who were as passionate about him as I was. We all dealt with the loss in our own ways. The world around you shuts down and you mechanically live your life in an almost subconscious way. As with every storm, every hardship, every terrible event, life began to sort itself back out. As each and every one of you know, losing a loved one is an emotional time, but after some time you are fueled by your memories and appreciation. It took a year or two, but the world started to change for me. Colors not only came back, but arrived more brilliant than ever. Sounds of the world became crisp and beautiful. The air became less of a necessity and more of an experience that my lungs yearned for. See, the negativity had left and life was once again this glorious and wonderful experience. Covy had taught me to love this life as it is and to take each day as a new opportunity to do some good for mankind. Michael came into this existence as an infant with EB, but left this Earth as a hero. He may not have meant to leave a legacy behind, but we as humans have the right...no, we have the obligation to uphold those who did good upon this world. Michael, to say the least, was one of the unique ones. Cherish him I will.
Quickly approaching is the unfortunate anniversary of his passing. Each year after Michael left this life, my friends, Michael's family, and myself have held a yearly event called CovyCon, hosted in my hometown of Columbiana, Ohio. Every dollar earned through CovyCon goes to the Debra Foundation. Debra is a non-profit institution who uses donated funds to support the individuals and families who deal with EB in their daily lives. Please believe me when I say that the medical bills are outrageous. But more importantly than the gift of money, it gives us an opportunity to aid and support the men and women who go through the same struggle that Covy did. They may deal with the pain, but we can be their foundation of strength. These people may never have an idea who I am, but I love them with all of my heart and only wish to help them in any way that I can. With that being said, getting time off for CovyCon is an issue for me. So, in place of being at home and helping with CovyCon, I am trying to raise my own money to donate to Debra America.
On this upcoming April 10th, my training partner and myself will be participating in and completing our first half-marathon in Raleigh, North Carolina. We are both registered and ready to Rock'N'Roll. A half-marathon is 13.1 miles long, which will take us between 2 and 3 hours to complete. We have dedicated many, many grueling months of training in order to conquer this race. So let me be very clear- I am searching for sponsors, each and every one of you, to donate $1 per mile- $13 total. Each penny earned will go directly to Debra America and distributed to the individuals who need it most. However, if you do not have $13 to spare, anything will help. Never think that any amount is too small (or too large). Even spare change is welcomed with open arms and a warm smile. Trust me when I say that I am no stranger to financial hardships, but difficult times tend to gradually fade away, unlike this terrible, terrible disease.
I want to thank each of you in advance for taking the time to not only read this, but with any support you are able to part with. If you cannot donate any monetary value, prayers for these individuals are worth their weight in gold. Thank you for keeping all of the EB patients in your thoughts and prayers.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you! Now let us start to change some lives!
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