These days in the news, so there’s so much heartbreak – so much about people who use their position of influence for evil instead of good.
I can’t change the whole, but I can give you a peak into that sad news not being the only news. Yeah, maybe it’s the sad kind that sells, but quietly, powerfully, all over the world, amazing people are silently doing incredible things.
So, this weekend, let me give you a small peak into something wonderful. And I hope it will bless you as it has blessed us.
Many hospital fundraisers are well publicized, but there are some that are quiet too. This last week, we spent 24 hours with the quiet and the powerful, and dear ones, how I wish you could see what I saw…
The Lurie patient families gathering with each other and foundation staff; hugging and talking like long lost friends — because trials knit strangers together by their souls even when they’ve never met.
The three little neuro boys – who beat their odds and defied their statistics – running and tagging and giggling through a crowded ballroom full of VIPs.
The beautiful girl – thirteen long years in a wheelchair – who pushed up onto her braces, braced her courage and body against the podium, and told her story, shouting “Isn’t that amazing?” to a standing ovation.
The leaders of companies, the heads of foundations, professional athletes and actors – one and all treating small children with big disabilities as if the children were the heroes whose autographs were sought and whose selfies were precious.
The men and women who hand beautiful, expensive golf clubs without a care into the hands of small children and teaching them how to tee up and tee off.
The looks on the players faces when asked how the game is going – the shrugs and smiles and “That’s not why we’re here today. Today is for the kids.”
The absolutely huge center for a pro football team crossing clubs like swords and falling “dead” to the ground under Chase’s cry of “surrender or die!” – all because he’s a dad too and he gets that kids are kids no matter what.
The players who paused their game (time and again) to sign their golf balls and give the kids rides in their golf carts.
The mothers and fathers who gave up their own families in the middle of crazy, busy lives to fly to Chicago on behalf of a children’s hospital.
The winners who took their signed football prizes in hand and turning, bowed over bald and broken children and placed the prizes in the kids’ hands instead.
The silent money that bought four pieces of children’s art, framed like the greats, for thousands of dollars.
The dozens holding a sign for a boy who wasn’t there because he was on the table for his ninth brain surgery – his second in two weeks.
And dear ones, so much more. So much more! I have as many small story moments treasured in my heart as Chase has fist bumps, high fives, and “Hey, do you know you’re awesome?” questions.
The few pictures I took have names to them so you can see and know what and who you’re seeing, but dear ones, there are no names in the stories because they, the famous, the amazing; they wouldn’t want you to know. That wasn’t why they gathered. So, you don’t need to know all the names behind the stories, but I do want you to see a bit of their hearts.
And these hearts? Well, they raised well over $800,000 for the hospital.
Quietly, powerfully, people are doing incredible things.
~MbM~
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