His folks are battling. And that means they can’t afford the therapy Noah desperately needs at this stage if he has a chance of mainstreaming. And so some mates are trying to help out. Organizing a campaign called Nosh4Noah. A small thing, asking people to get together over food and raise whatever they can for one small boy.
So far, events are happing in London, Melbourne and Cape Town. The response has been incredible. And watching it all, I’ve been to touched by the loveliness of people.
Fancy getting your nosh on for Noah? Find out more here. I’m going to be playing poker on Friday night in London, and am plotting a couple of events for Cape Town.
Here’s a snippet from the Nosh4Noah website:
This is Noah. He is three and he can write and count. He has been able to put the alphabet in order since he was two. He can sort shapes and colours, name animals, body parts and really likes to spell words with blocks. LOVE was one of the first words he spelt. He is extraordinary.
I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But I thought I’d spread the word. He’s one helluva kid.