No, this isn't your personal story, it's not your own heart's passion, you most likely haven't a clue who I am, let alone who my Dad is...so why should you care? Why should you pause to hear my cry for help, why should you feel the passion we now live for, why should you care?
I recognize that...to some extent I understand...that's my struggle here...that is the pause behind each letter I here now type.
How can I help you feel our pain? What can I say to help you see? Who should I most concentrate reaching out to? Where should the majority of these efforts be directed?
There's a story to be told, this story may not be your own, but this story will touch you, it will make you a better you, if you listen.
Will you listen? Will you pause? Will your own heart feel the passion? Will your own voice, join mine?
I have this amazing Dad, he's not just my whole world, he's also the universe of so many others. So many others, to whom he so unselfishly reached out to, so many lives that he never thought twice about blessing with his own.
My Dad is a humble man, his actions have never been for his own benefit. He just does, doesn't overanalyze why he performs "good samaritan" acts. It literally is just a part of him, he doesn't know of any other way...to live.
He is my pride, he is my hero, my teacher, my mentor, my light...always pointing towards the things that matter most, in the most natural, easiest to follow manner.
If I have any good in me, he put it there. If I am ever able to positively touch another, it is only because he's shown me how.
My Dad has AML, Leukemia...and it won't go away. And now these new leaders of him, the ones who seemingly have held his life ever since this ugly devil of a disease crept into it, they can't do anything more to make him better. Medically speaking, we're supposed to give up.
How do you that? Just give up?
How do you give up on someone who from all outward appearances is healthy and strong? How do you accept the ending for someone who eagerly anticipates so much more life? How do you close an unfinished story, how do you snuff out an eternal flame?
You don't, you can't...and that...well, maybe...that...is it.
You don't, you can't, we can't...we fall to the ground, we're helpless, we're lost, we have no other choice, we're violently struck with the truth that the one we thought we could save has seen all along.
Only HE can, only God, no mankind, no human, no science, no notion, no earthly efforts all on their own...just Him, only God. And He has been there all along, He's been waiting for everyone else to notice Him. Patiently, strongly, quietly waiting...to embrace us, to respond to our fervent cries...forever and always, He's been there.
Waiting for the light to come on, the "in your face" recognition that only one can work Miracles, only Him.
And He, this miracle worker, our God, the only true light, he whispers in this darkness, to share...to tell the story of the man He made, to share my gift here on earth, my Dad, with others walking this rough, heart wrenching, fallen land.
This Dad I have, this amazing man, our Papa...his story...it needs to be shared.
Will you help us share his story?
Please join my one small voice, together we are stronger, together we will be heard.