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When you work with death on a daily basis, you have two choices: You can get depressed, or you appreciate life that much more. I'll confess it's not easy some days, but usually, I try really hard to go for door number two. And it seems like decent therapy to help others do the same.
Which is why I let myself get talked into being arrested.
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Which was not exactly what I was expecting to hear via phone while I sat in my office last Wednesday.
"Elizabeth Lardie, you are wanted." The woman's voice on the other end of the line was oddly warm and chirpy. Wanted for arrest? I've never even received a speeding ticket.
"We'd like to put you under fun arrest," she said. Fun arrest. Of course. Silly me.
Though I've never been much of a "joiner," I found myself saying yes.
A Wanted Woman
I'm "going behind bars for good" -- ba-dum ching -- participating in a Muscular Dystrophy Association Lock-Up on February 11. Oh, the thrills of working for a newspaper and being a local pseudo-celebrity.
On the day of the lock-up, the authorities (no joke) will transport me to the cafe, where I will have my mug shot taken, be treated to some "fine jailhouse dining" and hang out with other jailbirds.
I have been instructed to bring my bail -- $800 in donations -- to the lock-up. The MDA sends approximately 5,000 children with muscular dystrophy to accessible summer camps each year, at a cost of $800 per camper; thus, the cost of my bail. If I don't make it, I may have stay behind bars indefinitely.
A Little Help
I adamantly encourage people to click here to contribute to my bail (soon you'll be able to see my mugshot there, too). I guess I should also note that people can make pledges to keep me behind bars as well. My own mother is opting for the latter.
At long last, I'm able to use my powers of death and destruction for good.
