D.C. Fiasco

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My name is Don Eckert, some of you know me and my wife, Sherry. She died eight months ago, a couple of weeks before she died, we talked about many things, two of them... she wanted me not to be lonely after she died, that I needed to attend a NAAFA event( cause she knew I loved SSBBW's ) and the other thing was, she wanted me to sell her clothes at a Convention so other BBW's could have her nice clothes, also, she knew her medical bills were killing me financially. So what does this have to do with D.C.. I posted that I was coming to the Convention to sell Sherry's clothes back in March but I could not participate in it because of finances. I arrived Tuesday morning and had put out all of her things by Tuesday late afternoon. I had three of Sherry's closest friends come by and they bought some of her clothes. Wednesday brought two more ladies Sherry knew who bought some more of her items. I must tell you now, that in the months before the event, several NAAFA members told me that they were going to show me the sites of D.C., take me out to meals with them, I would get so many HUGS from everyone, it sounded to good to be true, wellllll, I was right. After Thursday, I felt I had Leprosy or the Plague, the way NAAFA's treated me. Thursday night at the slide show, I placed flyers about the clothing sale on the table outside the ballrooms. Friday morning they were gone, so I placed more on the table. From Thursday morning to Saturday night, no one come to my room, which was room # 1305. No one gave me a hug, no one took me to eat( I'm glad I brought food from home ), no one did anything with me, I sat in the lobby for hours and outside on the bench and still no one came to talk. But the final knife in the back was Friday evening. I asked a board member if I could buy a ticket to the fashion show, not the dinner before hand, just the fashion show, and she said " we don't sell individual tickets", to that I said "I just would like to see a few minutes of it, besides I bought a full package in Chicago two years ago and never used it because I left early. S**t hit the fan, she exploded all over me, we had more to say, but I won't get into it. I left and went to the room and packed. I had everything packed and in the car ready to leave Saturday. Just then, Jason D. called and asked me to stay, that he was sorry what had just happened. He had told all the board members that I was COMPED for the whole weekend, but HE FORGOT TO CALL ME TO TELL ME THAT FACT. Talk about lack of communication in NAAFA. At the urging of a husband and wife, I stayed Saturday because they wanted me to mingle with NAAFAns. Early Sat. afternoon, a lady friend of my wife told me her husband overheard several women talking about how I should not be selling out of my room, that I should be with the venders and should donate the money I make to NAAFA. Didn't I give NAAFA more than enough back in Chicago with eight large boxes for they're Auction, goodie bags, and other prizes. So I left to go to the room and finish packing and I left very early Sunday morning with a little over $400.00 I made selling Sherry's clothes. I thought I would make somewhere between $2000-$2500, because my motel bill was $853 for the week. So, when I got home, I gave all of Sherry's clothes to a plus size resale shop. SOOOO...NAAFA, I hope you got a good look at me ( DON ECKERT ) because that was the LAST time you'll see me at a NAAFA function and I'm sure that if Sherry found out what happened, she would turn over in her grave. If anyone wants to call me, no one has in the past two weeks has... the # is 314-504-2067

 

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