Every body tells a story.
Holy Week is an interesting time to visit a cadaver lab. I had called upon the one that is tucked into the rear of Western’s health and human sciences building, itself backed into the slope of a mountain, there to meet the dean for an introduction and tour of the 160,000 square-foot behemoth that houses our healthcare programs.
As we encountered the back of the building, the dean pointed out a trio of dogwoods blooming and a pair of park benches. “That’s our donor garden,” she noted, and I, being the fundraising professional that I am, immediately wondered why someone would site a donor garden at the back of a building where no one could find it.
It took me a moment before I realized which donors the dean was referring to.
