Baby Greg III Kids & SIDS Foundation

Date: Friday, October 21, 2016

Time: 6:30 p.m.

Location:  JW Marriott Resort:

 
Community Boxers:

Vincent Castillo, Grainger
Nando Gonzalez, River City Produce Co.
T Rochelle Guess. Tha1Radio
Peter, Guzman, Piatti’s Restaurant
Charles Houston, Trinity Alumni/Banker
Rashid Khalife, McFinnigan’s Pub/Resource Realty
Ramzi Reda, Mission Mitsubishi
Bania Margie Ruiz
Chris Riojas, Martha’s Restaurant
Ricardo Ruiz, Cha Cha’s Restaurant
Cruz Shaw, William Cruz Shaw PLLC
Paul Vasquez, Bexar County District Attorney’s Office

 
Night of Champions is a truly unique event that targets the upscale business industry, primarily in San Antonio.  The black-tie optional gala features premium cocktails, fine dining, dancing, and a silent auction.  You’ll be at the edge of your seat as community and local celebrity boxers courageously duke it out in the boxing ring all while raising money for a worthy cause, Baby Greg III Kids & SIDS Foundation.  Don’t miss the action and excitement.  Secure your table today, and indulge in the red carpet treatment!  

 Baby Greg III Kids & SIDS Foundation exists to support and strengthen the loss of a child due to SIDS.  Through dedication contributions and donations the Kids & SIDS Foundation aims to offset the financial burdens of counseling services, funeral costs and medical bills associated with SIDS.

 

                       Presenting Sponsorship

 
 

Pre-Event Sponsorship Benefits

·         Corporate logo inclusion on invitation insert

·        Corporate logo recognition on the event webpage

·        Opportunity to sponsor a boxer 

 

                   On-Site Sponsorship Benefits

·        Two Ringside Premier tables for 10

·        Corporate recognition in program and on event screens

·        Two-minute speaking opportunity

·        Opportunity to air 2; 30sec – 1 min commercial during the event

·        Corporate recognition on signage and on bout cards

·        Corporate recognition on banners over ring

·        Exclusive corporate recognition on event logo-wall/Step & Repeat.

·        Corporate recognition on boxers robes

·        Opportunity to donate a silent auction item

 
   Presenting Investment                          $ 20,000 

                       Pound for Pound Sponsorship


Pre-Event Sponsorship Benefits:  (Industry Exclusive)

·         Corporate logo inclusion on invitation insert

·        Corporate logo recognition on the event webpage

·        Opportunity to sponsor a boxer 

 

                       On-Site Sponsorship Benefits

·        Ringside Premier table for 10

·        Corporate recognition in program and on event screens

·        Opportunity to air a 30sec commercial during the event

·        Corporate recognition on signage and on bout cards

·        Opportunity to donate a silent auction item

 
 Pound for Pound Investment                 $ 10,000

  Go the Distance Sponsorship
                                                                                              
Pre-Event Sponsorship Benefits

·        Opportunity to sponsor a boxer

·        Corporate logo recognition on the event webpage

 

On-Site Sponsorship Benefits

·        Ringside table for 10

·        Corporate logo in program and on event screens

·        Corporate recognition on signage

·        Opportunity to donate a silent auction item

 

 

       Go the Distance Investment                    $ 3,000

     Down for the Count Sponsorship

Pre-Event Sponsorship Benefits

·        Corporate recognition on the event webpage

On-Site Sponsorship Benefits

·        Table for 10

·        Recognition in program and on event screens

·        Recognition in presentations

  Down for the Count Investment                         $ 1,500





On January 16, 2013 GOD blessed my family with a beautiful baby boy, Gregory Lamont Allmon III. He was so peaceful so content, he was glad to be here. We took him home and began a never ending circle of embraces, kisses, squeezes, and hugs. I loved him so much.


I worried through the next couple of weeks where my baby boy would spend his afternoons, for shortly I would return to work. I thought no, he's too young, he's too precious, and he's too fragile, most importantly he's my son. I knew no one could love him like me. GOD sent me Dee Dawson.


We talked about my expectations, which were simply- Love him like he was your own child. She did.


My baby boy was loved 24 hours a day. He smiled in the morning as I dropped him off; he smiled in the evening when I held him close, overwhelmed by the scent of milk on his neck. He smiled on the weekend when his Auntie held him as he slept. He was our joy, our pleasure. I'd already decided what he would become in this world and what I was willing to sacrifice to get him there. We delighted in him.


On April 1st, Auntie and I caught up on all the things we couldn't get done during the week because I never had a day off. Last thing on the list, pick up baby's milk.


My husband grilled that day, the best sausage ever! In the kitchen I sat my baby boy in his blue Bumbo, which he loved only if he could see me. Auntie picked him up, fed him and we watched him giggle for the next few minutes. Tired, I decided to go to bed, I sat him on my lap and watched him do a sort of dance which made me laugh, and my big boy was so funny. I handed him to dad for night night time.
This was the last time I would see my baby boy alive.


April 2nd, 2013 I heard what has been forever etched in my heart. My husband stomping up the stairs to awake me. He flicked the light switch on, he placed my baby on the edge of the bed and he said "he's not breathing." I threw the blankets back and tried to shield my three year old, I immediately began to blow over his mouth-nothing, next, chest compressions-nothing, he was not breathing. By now my husband is on the phone with EMS, I yelled for Auntie, her door opened, and then it was my turn to say "he's not breathing." Its 5:06 am


I watched her blow over his mouth and when I saw the mucus come from his nose, I felt the slow, painful, and devastating breaking of my heart. I took this opportunity to take my three year old from the room. I called everyone, mom, dad, brother, Dee. I didn't know what to do. Auntie is working on him when EMS arrives - two men and one woman. They stick him, and poke him; they try to restart his heart-nothing. They pick him up to take him to the ambulance and I watched my baby's body fall limp -- I knew.


The urgency the EMS team had when they first arrived has diminished, yes they are still working but not as hard -- they knew.


I put on my clothes, we get in the car and we drive to Methodist Hospital. Auntie and I walk in first, she says "our baby was just brought here, Gregory Allmon", the intake nurse says, "oh, come with me." The waiting room, and then "the" room, the room that would change my life forever. Trauma Room B. The female doctor comes out and she says "we will try another round of medicine, but right now he does not have a heartbeat."

Auntie looks at me and she says, "go on inside", but my feet won't move, I'm frozen because I know what's behind the curtain. I go inside and my baby has a tube in his nose taped to his face. Its 6:15am.

I walk out into the hallway just a small piece of who I used to be, I'm cradling my hands next to me as if I was still holding my son. I'm alone and the female doctor says, "He is not alive" her bottom lip chattering, she's nervous. She says you need to come say goodbye. Goodbye? So today I will leave with just a feeling of emptiness and a whole in my heart and a longing for my child. Its 6:30am and my baby boy has gone to be with GOD in heaven.


The police arrive and they want us to repeat what happened. All I can see is my lifeless son in my arms, all I can tell him was he was just here, he can't be gone. My husband tells the Investigator the story and all I can do is rock my son and kiss on him, and say "you were just here, you were just laughing." The Investigator leaves us with our son. The curtain keeps opening and closing, opening and closing, from friends, family, church family, all they can do is look at me and baby Greg in my arms and cry, they have no words.


The Investigator tells me that we have to leave our baby because the Medical Examiner needs his body. From there I really don't remember how I got home. I tried to hurry up and go to sleep, because this had to be a dream. Two hours later I woke up at my parents house, and the dream was no dream, but the reality of my storm.

We miss him more than words can explain, but we love him so very much that we don't want any parent to ever go through what we had to go through.


A mother's love "“













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