Journalists are supposed to be unbiased.  In order to be fair and impartial we tend to keep people at a safe distance.   There are however when no matter how hard you try to stay detached the wall comes down and so do the tears.

I first met Kevin Eadie three and a half years ago as he was about to graduate 5th grade.  Kevin’s Mother contacted me and asked if WAVY would be interested in doing a story about the rare disease, Nieman Pick Type C, that was slowly breaking down his body.   We watched Kevin roll his walker down the aisle to pick up his diploma and then  he proudly told me, in slurred speech, that he was the ‘bat boy’ for the Peninsula Pilots baseball team.  Kevin,  I found out lived for baseball.    Little did I know then that my own two sons, then just three years old and the other not yet a year old, would also  become obsessed with the sport.Perhaps that is why my most recent visit with Kevin’s Mom was so difficult.

Brenda Eadie emailed me this week asking if we could do a story to let people know about a fundraiser to help with his medical bills and for research to end this horrible disease.