Alabama is still reeling from the tornadoes. I know it is probably old news in the rest of the country by now, but here it is still at the top of every news report, on the front page of the paper, and there are literally news crawlers at the bottom of every local network station requesting supplies, telling people where they can donate their time.
I drove to my old neighborhood on Sunday and it is still covered in debris. The piles of trees by the road are so high, you can’t even see most of the houses. I almost missed a turn because I was looking for a certain landmark and it wasn’t even there anymore.
Suffice it to say, it’s very sad. And I didn’t even lose anything.
But you know what makes me happy? That I asked you, my invisible friends, to help me bless an individual family. Two boys with nothing left, who had seen way too many mature things in their short lives. And you totally stepped up.
I was able to present this to their grandmother–each bag contained a lovey/stuffed animal for each boy, and the card contained a $400 Visa gift card. I signed it with the first names and city and state of everybody who donated. If I remember correctly off the top of my head, we had donations come in from Alabama, Georgia, Ohio, Virginia, New York, New Jersey, Washington, Massachusetts, Missouri, and Illinois. That is pretty darn awesome.
What I did not get a picture of, because I was in a huge hurry, was the 10 pairs of shoes and 2 new bags of new clothes we were able to give them.
Then I was able to use a bit more of the money to go buy some toys for the boys. I really wanted them to have something tangible, shiny and new that was all theirs. And my boys helped me pick the stuff out, which was a good lesson in giving for them. (Never mind the shrill shrieking of Isaac that we needed to buy them EVERY THOMAS TRAIN there is).
The art supplies will come in handy, as they are about to being play/art therapy to process the things they saw during the tornadoes.
Thank you for doing this with me. Thank you for doing this for them.