Intro

"From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.” 

 J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Michelle Cleary initiated an effort to cancel the 2012 NYC Marathon by creating a Facebook page dedicated to the cause … 36 hours and 52,000 + people later … it was.

She knew her initiative had to evolve. Much good could be done with the the help of the thousands of people who supported the page.  

She teamed up with Vanessa Coppes, and the two flipped the page's focus. They saw something even more powerful surfacing from each individual connected to this movement. 

Hurricane Sandy has taken many people to many places. It has allowed those affected directly and indirectly, to tap into the inner power that we all have to be more than we thought ourselves capable of.

Over the past 2 weeks, Let's Get NYC Back On Her Feet has become not only the hub of information for relief and recovery after Sandy's aftermath but it is a daily motivation that propels 40,000+ individuals to take action into their own hands.

The truth is, that power, that drive, that force... well, IT IS IN ALL OF US. 

We are excited to experience the journey our actions will take us all on from this day forward. 

"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, talented, fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing  enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in all of us. As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." Marianne Williamson