Showing posts with label inspirational stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspirational stories. Show all posts

Thursday, May 5, 2016

70 Dancing Little Angels: Garden of Angels by Kim Michael-- Copyright February 2015


70 Dancing Little Angels: Garden of Angels

                                                                                  
                                                                                                           

            by Kim Michael

       Copyright February 2015




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      Some people live their lives going from cradle to grave without leaving so much as a footprint, while others leave huge wakes in life as they pass.  They are heroes of a sort.  They are people who inspire us and at times even humble us; people who are capable of such indescribable acts of kindness and courage that it’s difficult for us to grasp how or why they do what they do.

      Some years ago I read a Fox News article about the “Garden of Angels” and it affected me so profoundly that I promised myself that one day I would write about it and this is a story that has been long over due.   

      By the way I have included the original URL so you can also see the original article and pictures of the Garden are readily available if you search for the "Garden of Angels."     

     This story is for anyone who has ever loved a child, who knows how precious a gift they are, and that Angels do exist.

      Debi Faris-Cifell and her husband live in a little town in California called Calimesa.  When the phone rings it is a call for Debi to come to the morgue to collect yet another body of an abandon baby who has died somewhere in the three county area surrounding Los Angeles.  They are tiny, no names, left in alleys or garbage cans to die alone, unloved and unwanted.

      Debi goes to the morgue and insists on going in alone into the autopsy room where she raps the babies in a hand made quilt and in the quiet of that room she holds them, and prays over them, and loves them.  She gives them first names that will be engraved on a white cross above their grave in a very special place she has made for them, a place she calls the “Garden of Angels”.  

       Over the years the Garden has had frequent visitors, people who believe in what Debi and her husband are doing and often adopt the babies, leaving flowers and toys on their graves through-out the year. 

      Until Debi began her work in 1996, babies whose remains went unclaimed were cremated, their ashes placed in a small cardboard box and after three years if they remained unclaimed, were buried with other John and Jane Does in an unmarked grave. 

      Since Debi began her work in 1996 she has buried more than seventy babies.  Held seventy babies in her arms.  Gave seventy babies names and gave seventy babies love.  She refuses to let them pass from this world nameless and without being loved—even if only for a little while. 
      But just as she is committed to the babies who have been lost, she is equally committed to saving the lives of babies who are still in peril.
      In 2001 Debi Faris-Cifelli, helped win passage of the law called the “Safe Haven Law” in California, which allows desperate and confused parents a three day period to leave a child at a firehouse or hospital, without fear of prosecution.  Forty-six states now have enacted such laws and since the law took affect 67 babies in California have been safely surrendered, though Debi admits, no one knows how many have still been lost, and without an adequate awareness campaign many of these tiny lives are still in jeopardy.      
      To that end Debi travels across the country to lobby in states that have no such laws, all in the hope that one day the Garden of Angels will see its last angel. 
      She does all this with a three person staff supported by donations, grants, car washes, bake sales and compassionate people through out the country, but it has barely been enough to cover the costs.
      Then in 2008 a miracle happened.  Debi and her husband won the California lottery.  They had only played it three times in their entire life, but they won $27 million dollars.  For many of us that would be enough to just walk away from it all, but not Debi and her husband.  They have already made plans for the money.  They received a lump sum after tax of $9 million dollars and as you would expect some will go to their children, but the bulk will go into doing the work that is, and always has been, her passion.  And because of the money her babies will live on in a new way, one hundred forty scholarships will be given out each year in the names of each of the abandoned babies she has buried. 
     I suppose there are critics who will say that Debi and her husband are deluding themselves into thinking that they can love and comfort a child after its life has passed; that what they do makes no difference at all; but it does.  It makes a difference to me and probably anyone who has ever loved a child; and I am convinced that no act of love is ever lost, no good deed ever overlooked.  Maybe not here on earth, but I would like to believe, like Debi and her husband, that somehow, someway, those babies know and they are saying “thank you for loving me when no one else did”. 
     And why do I think that? The odds of winning the lottery are astronomical, even impossible, especially if you've only played three times in your life.  But I tend to think the odds are significantly less, when you have seventy dancing little angels in heaven…helping you. 


By the way you can find the website for the Garden of Angels at:  http://www.gardenofangels.org/

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

The Extraordinary Story of a Man Who Lost over a Thousand Races--The Dick and Rick Hoyt Story By Kim Michael-- Copyright March 2015


"Seeing The Face of God"


by Kim Michael          

Copyright March 2015







What would you say if I told you that there is a man who has run over a thousand endurance races, including 72 full marathons (32 Boston Marathons), six Ironman Triathlons, climbed mountains, and crossed America riding a bicycle in 45 days.  And in all of those competitions (to my knowledge) has never won a single race?   Would you say--that he is probably the biggest loser of all time?  You might if you didn’t know that much about what “winning" and "losing" really means; or the inspired way in which he lost; and how in losing, he has captured the hearts and imaginations of millions of people around the world.

Meet Dick Hoyt, a retired military man who at the age of forty began running races.  A lot of them.  And up to that time he had never run more than a mile; he did not know how to swim; had never climbed a mountain and had never biked more than a few miles.  And the reason why he started doing all these things…is where this amazing story begins.

You see in every one of those races, Dick Hoyt carried, or pushed, or pulled his quadriplegic son “Rick"; sometimes in a wheelchair, sometimes in a rubber raft that Dick pulled behind him as he swam, and sometimes on the handlebars of a bike specially designed to carry Rick, and in all that time, Dick Hoyt has never run a single race without his son.  

It all began in the winter of 1962 when Dick and Judy Hoyt’s son was born.  During the delivery the umbilical cord had gotten wrapped around Rick’s neck strangling him and leaving him brain damaged and a spastic quadriplegic, unable to talk or control his limbs.

At the age of nine months the doctors told the Hoyts that Rick would be nothing more than a vegetable and should be institutionalized, but the Hoyts refused, which began a long list of refusals that would eventually save both Rick and Dick’s lives.  

The Hoyts refused to leave their little boy behind.  They refused to let his life be less than any other child’s.  They refused to let Rick’s disabilities define him, and when the kids in the neighborhood played, Rick payed with them, in his wheel chair.

The Hoyt’s invested in a computer that allowed Rick to tap out words with his head, and eventually he went to public school and graduated.

But the real turning point came when Rick heard about a La Cross player who had been paralyzed in an accident and a five mile charity run was being held to raise money for him.

“Dad,”  Rick said. “I want to run in that race.  I've got to let him know that life goes on even though he is paralyzed.”   So Rick ran the race with his father pushing him in his wheelchair.  They came in next to last, but they finished, even though Dick was sore for two weeks, but Rick told his dad, “When we were running, it was like I wasn’t disabled any more."

That was all Dick Hoyt needed to hear.  It was the beginning of a race that Dick and Rick would run for over forty years—together, father and son.  Over a thousand races in all, including six Ironman Triathlons; crossing America on a bicycle in 45 days, and climbing mountains.  And in each of those races, thousands of people lined the streets to see them; Rick waving his arms wildly, grinning ear to ear as they passed; people applauding them, cheering them on, taking pictures of them and more than a few with tears in their eyes.  

The Hoyts carried their message of hope to millions just through the simple act of refusing to give in, of having the courage and the sheer will to be more than their limitations.  I don’t think you can see something like that and not be humbled...and inspired by it.  I know the first time I saw the the video, I am not ashamed to say tears rolled down my face.   


But that is not the whole story.  Dick Hoyt admits that Rick saved his life as well.  Several years ago during a race Dick Hoyt had a mild heart attack.  With an artery 95% blocked he was told by his doctors if he had not been in such good shape from running, he would likely have died fifteen years before.  

At the age of 73 and Rick now 51, 2014 was the last Boston Marathon they would run, but they will be remembered.  Only yards from the starting line a statue has been erected; a statue of a father pushing his son’s wheel chair in the Boston Marathon, his son’s arms waving wildly... and if you look closely you can even see the smile on his son’s face.  

Over the centuries there have been many artists who have tried to depict the true likeness of God; great artists like Rubens, Blake, Michelangelo, and many others.   But you know what I think is probably the closest to what God really looks like?

It’s a statue in Boston of a man pushing his son’s wheel chair in a race that he will never win.  That’s what unconditional love looks like.  And I’m thinking ...that’s what the face of God looks like.  



If you have not seen it, the video can be seen at: http://www.teamhoyt.com/index.html  as well as the Hoyt story.

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