Hey ,
Everywhere, everyday...somebody needs a helping hand, and today I
thought I'd share a few stories of people I know that need people like
you to reach out to them for either prayer or donations.....
So if you are so priviledged on this beautiful Easter weekend please
take a moment to read their stories....and if you can help, well,
that'd be great! Also included at the bottom of this email two
inspiring links that are just amazing...I can't put it into
words...check em' out...
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First is a story about a friend of mine here in TN. His son Jackson
Daniel Cooper was in a serious moped accident, he went face first into
an oncoming vehicle. His face severely crushed, he's now in
ICU....Jackson could use your prayers during these trying times, not
only for him but for his family.....Why these things happen, we may
never know...just have to have ultimate faith that it's for a greater
purpose, maybe to unite us as one in love and prayer...unfortunately
and one young mans expense....please pray for him.
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Second, is a story from Lisa, she wanted to tell her story first
hand, it's very touching...and as you know this is a time of donation
for the March of Dimes, please if you can donate, do so...it's for
such a wonderful cause. Below is her story along with a link to
donate.
Thanks so very much
Well, here's my story... On April 6, 2005, I went to my 21 week
prenatal appointment as usual. When the doctor put the monitor on my
stomach, he searched for a heartbeat. He said the baby was probably
turned wrong and we should do an ultrasound just so he can record the
beats per minute. He had labeled me high risk since I had a
miscarriage at 11 weeks the previous year. We went into the ultrasound
room and and after a quick glance of a curled up fetus, it was
confirmed that there was no heartbeat at all. My doctor walked over to
me, grabbed my hand and said, "Lisa, I'm sorry but your baby has
stopped growing." I tried to hold it together and not shed a tear,
hoping that maybe he was wrong. He took me into his office and said
that they needed to remove the fetus as soon as possible. He asked if
I wanted him to call my husband. I said yes and he called; it was the
first appointment he had ever missed. Once my doctor started
discussing my check in time to be induced and deliver the son I would
never truly know, it hit me, and it hit hard. I couldn't stop crying I
wanted my husabnd to come get me, but then my car would be left behind
and once I got my husband on the phone, we realized he couldn't drive
either. It was the longest ride home EVER and the office was literally
5 mintues from home. I spent that night holding my stomach ans
waiting. Waiting for for him to move, kick, anything. Nothing.
The next morning, we checked into labor and delivery at 8 AM. I got
an IV drip to induce labor and I refused pain medicine bacause I told
myself it wasn't real labor because I was only 5 months pregnant. Once
my mother arrived from Indiana around 6Pm that night she talked me
into an epidural saying I was unintentially fighting labor and causing
the entire thing to take longer than necessary. At 2:17AM on April 8,
2005 I delivered my son, Kalob Guy Wainwright. To us, he was
beautiful. He was 7 inches long and didn't even weigh a pound. After a
autopsy that revealed absolutely nothing, leaving me with no closure
whatsoever, we had a funeral service and had him cremated so he could
go everywhere with us and we promised to see many places and take him
along.
That was almost 2 years ago, it will be 2 years on Easter this year.
I think I'm doing well, at times. I have a new son, Donovan Bradley
who is 8 months now, but I still cry, hard, and pretty often. But with
The March of Dimes, I at least feel like I'm helping other to not feel
the pain of losing a child. It's a gut-wrenching pain that never
eases. People think their heart broken when a relationship goes sour
and swear to God above that it hurts. But, for 2 years now, my heart
has ached and felt so empty. There's this huge whole in my heart that
Kalob took with him when he passed away. I will feel whole again when
I see him in Heaven and we a re reunited. Until then, I help others
avoid never ending pain.
You can see a picture of Kalob on our fundraising site. Here's the
web address to make donations and learn more about The March of
Dimes:
www.walkamerica.org/kalobwainwright
Thank you again and may God bless your soul.
Lisa
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If you know somebody that needs a helping hand, please email me, I'd
love to help get the word out.
Be blessed in all you do
Be love and love will surround you
Inspire...
ryno
www.ryannicholson.com
www.myspace.com/ryno
p.s. My song "Keep movin' on" was given an Honorable mention in the
2006 NSAI/CMT song contest. IT was written with good friends Rob Arey
and Rebecca Self. Rob's at
http://www.myspace.com/robarey
In other news, my songs "Scars" and "For the one's I love" also
received finalist in the ISC competition and we're also given
Honorable mention. "For the one's I love was witten with Jarrod
Doucet
http://www.myspace.com/jarroddoucet
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Below are some very cool inspiring links and stories that people have
sent me....hope ya enjoy em'.....AMAZING STUFF!!!
http://www.mayyoubeblessedmovie.com/
http://www.kids4truth.com/watchmaker/watch.html
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The nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. "Your
son is here,"
she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times
before the
patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw
the young
uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his
hand. The
Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones,
squeezing
a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the
bed. All through
the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward,
holding the old
man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally,
the nurse
suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was
oblivious
of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the
oxygen tank,
the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the
cries and
moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said
nothing,
only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards
dawn, the old
man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been
holding and
went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he
waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but
the Marine
interrupted her. "Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father" she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my
life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he
needed his
son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too
sick to tell
whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I
stayed."
The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.
We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual
experience.
We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.
Walk in peace! Take Care and God Bless.