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Sugar
I live in Champlin, MN, on a horseshoe shaped street with 70-some homes on it.  As with most typical neighborhoods, families move in and out, but a handful of us ‘originals’ still live here -  our kids now all grown and we smile at the new families with their little ones, happy there is still the energy around here that only children can bring to a neighborhood. Across the years we’ve all seen each other thru many joys and milestones, as well as some heart wrenching  trials and tribulations.

For many many years, so many in fact that I can’t pinpoint the beginning, there has been a group of  6 or so of us ‘neighbor ladies’ that get together for each of our birthdays throughout the year.  It’s really just a tangible excuse to be sure we all stay in touch, because even living on the same street can still find life taking over, and the days without contact can turn into weeks, and then months. I’ll admit with my tail between my legs that I am probably  the most guilty of the bunch of a lack of awareness of how much time has lapsed.  Each of us women all have very different day to day lives, personalities, backgrounds, careers, families and hobbies, but we truly cherish one another and enjoy these birthday gatherings.

Today two of these ladies and their families have me especially honored to be in their world and be witness to some really beautiful gift giving.

The first is Shelley, the tallest and quietest of our bunch.  She isn’t shy necessarily, she simply doesn’t talk just for the sake of talking and has a gentle calm demeanor. She is never demanding of attention, time, the spotlight or public opinion, but yet is very passionate about  her beliefs and  the things she chooses to be involved in. She is incredibly loyal and always makes you think that what ever you are ranting about now is interesting. For the last 7 years, Shelley’s health has been steadily declining, and she’s had to make some lifestyle changes.  Finally a few months ago, with her kidney’s  barely functioning, she was put on the Kidney Transplant List and told to ‘start looking for a donor’. 

Not exactly an easy task, - it’s a kidney, not a cup of sugar. Especially for someone who doesn’t  feel comfortable in the spotlight or talking about herself.  But, her desire to stay alive and get as healthy as she can to enjoy more time with her family trumped that discomfort, and we started setting up a few social media accounts for her, she wrote out ‘her story’ and sat thru a few quick informal coaching sessions with me.  How do you even ask someone for a kidney?  We titled her first blog post ‘Hi, I am Shelley – I am looking for a kidney!’

A few houses down the block from Shelley lives another one of these wonderful women,  Debbie, with her husband Darrel.  Debbie is a perpetual motion machine, and on a normal day has more done/cleaned/baked/recorded/worked-out/organized/filed  by 7am than I will even be able to think about all day. She is a take charge person with bottomless empathy, and when she sees a need she fills it. And if it’s beyond her capabilities she will bring you home baked cookies and pray for you.  She put’s procrastinators like me to shame, but hey, if there weren’t us procrastinators in the world, no one would ever be able to appreciate the enormity of what she does (*smile*). Honestly, she is simply a beautiful giver. Debbie and Shelley have a special bond, and their families all know each other very well. In fact, Shelley’s daughter went to Debbie’s house for daycare her whole life.

When Shelley was placed on the transplant list, Debbie’s husband, Darrel had a hunch he could be a match, right from the beginning. He didn’t make a big public deal out of it, but quietly went thru the initial testing, and then continued on with each successive battery of tests as time went on. He passed each test, and was moved closer and closer to being a match. Although some people, when they found out he was considering doing this, questioned him and asked if he’d really thought this through, Darrel never waivered.  He is a man of strong faith, and feels that he’s been blessed in his life, and this is simply in his heart as being the right thing.  Debbie is very touched and proud of her husband and his selfless gift for her dear friend.

So in a few short hours from now -  Thurday morning, December 29th 2011, at 5:30am, Shelley, her husband Scott, and Debbie and Darrel will travel to Hennepin County Medical Center, where the doctors will transplant one of Darrel’s healthy kidneys into Shelley.

What a great Christmas present =) 

If  you are a person of faith, say a little prayer for them today, will you?

photo courtesy of http://flic.kr/p/539Hgr

 

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Gracie

With joyful hearts we are happy to announce that my niece has been found safe,  and  currently is being reunited with her family!!!

We are so grateful and humbled by the outpouring of love, concern, and information provided to aid her return. We are especially grateful for each and every one of your prayers for Grace, THANK YOU!

There will be many questions and answers in the coming days and weeks, and we ask for continued prayer, and also privacy to the family during this very tender and emotional time.

THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!

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With joyful hearts we are happy to announce that my niece has been found safe,  and  currently is being reunited with her family!!!

We are so grateful and humbled by the outpouring of love, concern, and information provided to aid her return. We are especially grateful for each and every one of your prayers for Grace, THANK YOU!

There will be many questions and answers in the coming days and weeks, and we ask for continued prayer, and also privacy to the family during this very tender and emotional time.

THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!

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Some very helpful and generous friends have helped us translate this flyer into Spanish, as it is believed that Grace is in Mexico. Please distribute and help us find her!

The English version of the Missing Niece Flyer is still here! Please distribute that as well!


Thank you so very much!

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Hello all, we have new and urgent information on my missing niece - can you please help distribute this? The more people that see it the better chance of someone being able to help! 

THANK YOU!!!

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I don’t even own a machine that will read these anymore.


Sent from my mobile device.

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Cleaning out neglected closets and recycling old software boxes.
Sent from my mobile device.

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People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. 
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

ANYWAY 
The Paradoxical Commandments
Kent M. Keith

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viafrank:

Creative people tend to romanticize their tools. We place them on pedestals as the conduits for our ideas and the enablers of our craft. Contrastingly, though, I think all creatives believe that a good tool does not make a good designer, and a good designer does not need top-of-the-line special tools. In fact, I’d say all one usually needs is a pencil and a sheet of paper. With that, one can wield the power of visual communication like a sword, a lullaby, or maybe even a stick of dynamite.

Pencils are special things to me. They are humble in materials: just a bit of wood and graphite, but when together, they represent the potential of a productive process. If you were to ask a friend to imagine a scene where someone is coming up with ideas, they would probably see a person at a desk with a waste basket beside it filled with a pile of crumpled paper. It is curious that waste is the main denotation of productivity. The bin would overflow with the ideas that weren’t good enough. Somewhere in that scene, maybe just a bit out of frame, there is a pencil scribbling wildly on paper. The more inspired one is, the faster that pencil moves. The harder one works, the shorter that pencil becomes. There are metrics in a pencil.

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