You don’t hear from me often. I work on the business team, doing my bit to help keep the wheels turning behind the scenes. Today I emerge like Punxsutawney Phil from my usual environs to thank each of you for your generous support.

National Review turns 70 next month. NR does not exist to turn a profit, and, if you exclude donations, it never has. This place was built to defend the riches of our political and cultural inheritance, and we count on each of you to help keep this ship afloat.

You always come through . . . but this webathon feels different.

We in the office are like kids on Christmas morning as we see your contributions coming in. This webathon launched only two days ago, and we are already closing in on $30,000. Just as encouraging are the messages that come along with your gifts.

Meg sends in $50 from California with the message, “Go get ’em! We are counting on you for the sane stuff!”

We will do our best! Thank you for your trust.

Brian wants us to credit Jim Geraghty for persuading him to contribute an exceedingly generous $500 gift. Brian, it is noted in the ledger!

Mary chips in $100 from the Empire State. “Keep up your good work. You are in my daily prayers.”

We need prayers more than anything. Thank you, Mary.

And thank all of you, whether you are able to give or not. It’s a bit of a cliché, but your support — in reading, encouraging, praying, and donating — is the fuel that keeps us pushing forward.

If you have not had a chance to give yet, please consider joining your fellow readers with a gift of $5, $50, $500, or $5,000. It truly does mean the world.