onday night we changed FHE around and went with Brent's work the the Children's Hospital. It had been a really lousy day and right before we left I spilled very hot French Onion Soup all over the floor. (If you know me at all it's one of my most favorites and I was really looking forward to the left overs) That single act was what broke the camels back. I lost it. I almost said go with out me but I prevailed and got myself back together and away we went. I wasn't sure what to expect when we got there. They lead us to this party room and started wheeling kids of all ages in. They were not your normal sick kids. It's hard to explain exactly how these kids are. The social director there was explaining to me that 70% of the kids there had a major lack of oxygen during birth and that their brains barely function. The other 30% have been drownding victims or car accident victims where they were not wearing their seat belts and again have had a lack of oxygen during some part of the accident. This is the only facility in Califonia for these types of kids and there are all ages including infants. I asked how they are funded and he told me in these exact words, "By very generous company's like Nth Generation who donates thousands every year. (the place Brent works) I had wondered how his company had gotten involved. It didn't matter really because service is service but I was as taken back by this knowledge. I didn't know that they did that. Matter a fact I have been taken back a few times in the last little while by this company. Not only are there a ton of perks but there are little things as well. For Christmas Emma was sent, from the head of the company and his wife, a $15 gift certificate. When I called Brent to tell him he said that all the kids of employee's get that. What's that scripture about how money "could have" the ability to be the root of all evil. I have known a few people who have really been generous with their money in my few very short years and this is just one more example of it. I can count on my one hand only those who have secretly given money to help others. It always touches my heart. There was one little guy there about two who started to cry. It wasn't even really a cry so much as a whimper. I touched his arm and tried to soothe him but to no avail. I thought about how I would want to be soothed and took his hand in mine and got down on his level. He grabbed hold of my hand and wouldn't let go. He kept pulling my hand up to his hair and I again realized that he liked his hair to be played with. I spent almost the whole evening with him. As we walked away from the rooms and away from those kids my heart ached with sadness for them but gratitude for my husbands job and the people he works for. Thanks Nth Generation, you have made a difference.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Thanks Nth Generation
M
onday night we changed FHE around and went with Brent's work the the Children's Hospital. It had been a really lousy day and right before we left I spilled very hot French Onion Soup all over the floor. (If you know me at all it's one of my most favorites and I was really looking forward to the left overs) That single act was what broke the camels back. I lost it. I almost said go with out me but I prevailed and got myself back together and away we went. I wasn't sure what to expect when we got there. They lead us to this party room and started wheeling kids of all ages in. They were not your normal sick kids. It's hard to explain exactly how these kids are. The social director there was explaining to me that 70% of the kids there had a major lack of oxygen during birth and that their brains barely function. The other 30% have been drownding victims or car accident victims where they were not wearing their seat belts and again have had a lack of oxygen during some part of the accident. This is the only facility in Califonia for these types of kids and there are all ages including infants. I asked how they are funded and he told me in these exact words, "By very generous company's like Nth Generation who donates thousands every year. (the place Brent works) I had wondered how his company had gotten involved. It didn't matter really because service is service but I was as taken back by this knowledge. I didn't know that they did that. Matter a fact I have been taken back a few times in the last little while by this company. Not only are there a ton of perks but there are little things as well. For Christmas Emma was sent, from the head of the company and his wife, a $15 gift certificate. When I called Brent to tell him he said that all the kids of employee's get that. What's that scripture about how money "could have" the ability to be the root of all evil. I have known a few people who have really been generous with their money in my few very short years and this is just one more example of it. I can count on my one hand only those who have secretly given money to help others. It always touches my heart. There was one little guy there about two who started to cry. It wasn't even really a cry so much as a whimper. I touched his arm and tried to soothe him but to no avail. I thought about how I would want to be soothed and took his hand in mine and got down on his level. He grabbed hold of my hand and wouldn't let go. He kept pulling my hand up to his hair and I again realized that he liked his hair to be played with. I spent almost the whole evening with him. As we walked away from the rooms and away from those kids my heart ached with sadness for them but gratitude for my husbands job and the people he works for. Thanks Nth Generation, you have made a difference.
onday night we changed FHE around and went with Brent's work the the Children's Hospital. It had been a really lousy day and right before we left I spilled very hot French Onion Soup all over the floor. (If you know me at all it's one of my most favorites and I was really looking forward to the left overs) That single act was what broke the camels back. I lost it. I almost said go with out me but I prevailed and got myself back together and away we went. I wasn't sure what to expect when we got there. They lead us to this party room and started wheeling kids of all ages in. They were not your normal sick kids. It's hard to explain exactly how these kids are. The social director there was explaining to me that 70% of the kids there had a major lack of oxygen during birth and that their brains barely function. The other 30% have been drownding victims or car accident victims where they were not wearing their seat belts and again have had a lack of oxygen during some part of the accident. This is the only facility in Califonia for these types of kids and there are all ages including infants. I asked how they are funded and he told me in these exact words, "By very generous company's like Nth Generation who donates thousands every year. (the place Brent works) I had wondered how his company had gotten involved. It didn't matter really because service is service but I was as taken back by this knowledge. I didn't know that they did that. Matter a fact I have been taken back a few times in the last little while by this company. Not only are there a ton of perks but there are little things as well. For Christmas Emma was sent, from the head of the company and his wife, a $15 gift certificate. When I called Brent to tell him he said that all the kids of employee's get that. What's that scripture about how money "could have" the ability to be the root of all evil. I have known a few people who have really been generous with their money in my few very short years and this is just one more example of it. I can count on my one hand only those who have secretly given money to help others. It always touches my heart. There was one little guy there about two who started to cry. It wasn't even really a cry so much as a whimper. I touched his arm and tried to soothe him but to no avail. I thought about how I would want to be soothed and took his hand in mine and got down on his level. He grabbed hold of my hand and wouldn't let go. He kept pulling my hand up to his hair and I again realized that he liked his hair to be played with. I spent almost the whole evening with him. As we walked away from the rooms and away from those kids my heart ached with sadness for them but gratitude for my husbands job and the people he works for. Thanks Nth Generation, you have made a difference.
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That is amazing! But I think I would fall to pieces in a place like that. I can't bare to see anyone in pain and alone, especially kids. That was sweet of you to play with that little boys hair.
Emma's testing- totally agree!! That is going on all over the place here. Wish there were something to do about it.
WOW Cyndi that is amazing!!!! Can anyone go and visit?? Do they let volunteers come in to just play with the children?? I would like to go over there...where is is?
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