I am divorced and every other weekend I get my daughters and shower them with love, discipline, values, lessons, laughter and whatever else I can sprinkle in our short time together. This morning I dropped off my daughters at their mother’s house.
Sometimes I wonder where I would be without them? What if I was to lose one of them? I know that sounds like a terrible thing to be thinking, but come on, you know all of you have thought of things like this.
I think like that a lot and I believe it helps me appreciate our time together, never mind the fact I only have them a few days every other week. Time is precious. Our time is limited.
Appreciation Life and Our Time
Every once and while I come across stories that remind me of how life is truly a gift. I recently was made of aware of Holly Navolt and her struggle for life. She has Cystic Fibrosis and without a double lung transplant she WILL die.
I immediately thought of my daughters after finding out about her battle to live. What if one of my daughters was struck with something like this? What would I do to raise enough money to make sure she lives?
Although I donated immediately, I felt like it wasn’t enough. It’s this terrible feeling I get in my gut. What else can I do?
The Point Of It All
One of my goals when I quit my job was to give back to the community and to the world. I believe this is a perfect opportunity to put this to work and help raise money and awareness for Cystic Fibrosis.
My twitter friends @basieswings(Holly’s cousin) and @BohoPoetGirl are organizing a cross country road trip to raise money for Holly’s struggle and awareness for Cystic Fibrosis.
They will be making 3 stops in Texas including Dallas and I’m anxious to help them out as much as I can. (I can do some damage at a car wash! HA!)
Please join me in helping Holly by donating to her cause by clicking on the banner:
My Personal Emotions and Lack of Better Words
This post spent almost a week in development. I literally can go in so many tangents and write for days and probably make little to no sense.
The written word is not where I am most comfortable and may end up recording a video to accompany this post.
Although I have never met Holly, my heart goes out to her and her family.
Let’s help make a difference in a life.