The above is the name given to an event being held in our town this Saturday.
It is a benefit and dinner and dance being held in the local community hall to help support our friend and her family.
They are in a great time of need, because she was very seriously injured in a mountain biking accident this past August.
In a fall from her bike she broke three vertebrae in her neck, partially severing her spinal cord. This resulted in her being paralysed from her neck down.
Since then, after several surgeries and intense physiotherapy, she has reclaimed limited movement of her arms and hands. She is also able to breathe and eat on her own.
But, she has a very long road ahead of her...
The outpouring of kindness and generosity that our community has displayed is overwhelming. Even from my healthy point of view.
She has friends looking after her business, her children are being cared for, a bank account has been set up in her name to receive all the monetary donations from so many individuals and several other benefits already been held in her name.
My family and I will be attending the big benefit this weekend.
We have our own amazing story of an act of kindness and trust.
My husband has been helping to build a house in a very ritzy location up at the local ski hill - on the golf course. The neighbouring new house was just recently inhabited by its owners who were holding a garage sale to rid themselves of excess "junk" that they had no room for.
My husband was checking the items out when he inquired about a guitar case he noticed in the corner. The owner then told him it was a guitar that someone gave him twenty odd years ago. Being a non-guitarist, he had never removed it from the case!
George asked him what the fellow thought it was worth and if he would sell it to him.
After a day or two, the fellow came back and said, "You know that girl in town who was injured? I'll tell you what. I will give you the guitar if you make a donation in her name for what you think it's worth."
Of course, George said, "Yes!".
We checked out the serial number and looked it up on the Internet. Then we checked E-Bay for a dollar amount on that particular model.
We now owe a donation of $300.00 and are the owners of a (never-been-played) 1987-88 black Fender Strat...
Best wishes and my prayers for your friend
ReplyDeleteWow, what a find. Never know what might be out there just waiting for us to find it.
You'll have to change your handle to Blogaholic. Hehehe.
Peace, love and light to you and yours.
Hey Dale, what a community you have there, well done to all of you, and now one of you will have to learn to play that great guitar now. First thing, give it a real good clean. I really enjoyed reading your blog Dale, thanks for the window.
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What a great community you live in! I hope that she will continue to gradually get more mobility - what a dreadful accident!
ReplyDeleteFunny about your aunt and uncle - I used to take that concession road home after band practice - I had friends I would take home (McDonald, Moffat and Mongillo being the ones on that road - although I also knew a Leroux) and that was a great road for a teenager who was invinsible to drag race *ahem* I actually lived south of the 401, however. Again, small world!
Best of wishes for the benefit show. It's been my experience that the out pouring of love one receives from those events is often as important as the money.
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