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People have tweeted and commented all over cyberspace about how wonderful all this was. I had two main thoughts, one of which I mentioned above: that the adults were having more fun than Miles.
The other thought was sadness.
Not for Miles and his disease, but for all the other little kids who want with all their hearts to be Batman or Wonder Woman for a day but will never have the chance. Oh sure, it's easy enough for an adult to understand that this happened out of survivors' guilt and as an excuse for the adults to have fun in the name of helping a kid. But how many children can grasp that? Very few. And I wonder how many of them who saw this are secretly wishing for leukemia so that they can have a day like this.
Yes, I'm glad for Miles and for all the folks who had fun doing all this. But I feel bad for every other child who saw it and wondered, "Why him? Why not me?" and then felt guilty for wondering.
Was the price of making one little guy have the perfect day worth the price of making so many others feel bad? I wonder.
None of this, of course, is Miles' fault. Naturally, I'd love to see us beat cancer -- and give Miles a chance to grow up healthy. But I'd rather give my money to research to help many people instead of a tiny percentage.
My opinion here will be unpopular, I'm sure. But I still feel for all the kids who DIDN'T get to be Bat Kid this week, some of whom could've used the ego boost every bit as much as Miles.