Touched By An Angel
I promised a Post after the Sale. Evan is fevering. From the feel of his head through the night, I would guess that we have a few more days here at home. I, therefore type this Post today in the heightened alert and state of constant readiness that is my norm. Evan's fever and fatigue has a slap-stick hilarity to it, that only hours supine, on a pillow, can create. He tells me, but only because I relentlessly delve, that "I am so tired, I feel like I have never slept in my whole life."
I promised a Post after the Sale. I imagined that Mom's Musings would fall somewhere along the lines of a Post Sale reporting on the vast turnout and the $0.63 a young child gave to Evan and the piles of dollars raised in support of my young, fatigued and fevering son. 
I hoped that somewhere within the recesses of my mind's attic that I could rummage long and hard enough to find just the words of thanks and gratitude that surround and envelope my fevering, fatigued and funny child with Leukemia.
I hoped all evening last night and very early this morning, backdropped against the hope that his fever would break and the larger,ever looming and luminous Hope for his healing, that I would find some new and clever and sensitive way to convey the perfect gift of thanks. But alas, I was not to have worried, for yet again, the job was done for me, while I cared for my fevering, fatigued, funny son.
The Rummage Sale For Evan was touched by an angel. She came as a family, as a Scout, as a school mate, as a friend, and as a 
lone parent- who stopped by in the predawn hours, because she "...just had to do something". She came as a former transplant patient, a cancer survivor, as a mother of six-one who has survived ALL. She came as a teacher, a parishoner, as a widow, as a grandparent, and as a church chior member on the way to a perfoemance. The Rummage For Evan was touched by many angels and they came as strangers, but left as friends.
I promised a Post, after the Sale, but I did not promise it would be about Evan. Today's post is perhaps a bit because of Evan, but it is about much more than Evan. Because of Evan, we have come together for a time and for a friend and for a Sale. Because of Evan we have seemingly crossed paths, faiths, timezones, datelines and continents. Your efforts to help one little boy with Leukemia, because you 'had to do something', has had far reaching effect, success and it's momentum is one that can be felt in many regions. It is just one heartfelt example of the six degrees of seperation and the power of a community that cares.
To the husband who bought bag after full bag of clothing for the families in the Phillipines...thank you. To the Mom who bought a truckload of "new" furniture for her struggling family, may your days and hearts be lighter and more comfortable. To the Santa Clarita Methodist Church...thank you for opening your doors and your hearts to us. To the Korean Ministry...thank you for your presence and your support and for your purchases. To the Friends of the Valencia Library...enjoy the books and pass them along, as only you can do with such success.
To the Single Mother's Outreach...there would have been more...the car was full to the brim, with bag after bag full of clean and fashionable clothing. To the teen who refused to accept the change for his $20...you are right..."A Warrior Always Wins". To the Scout who almost missed his Pack meeting so that he could donate and meet Evan- thank you,young man, for your generosity.
To the man with the trailer, thank you for renting it way too early and going way ,way out of your way for days, for the environment, for your family and your wife and for Evan. I am ever aware of the times you take to share and to care. To the kids who carted and carried and cried not at all, thank you, thank you, thank you. You could have had your choice of toys and yet you didn't. Thank you. Thank you to the kids and parents who juggled sporting games, sales and sleep. We thank you for "leaving it all on the field" in Evan's honor. Yet another success!
To the Playrooms of CHLA, we have many clean books and games and puzzles to share. The children who are long term patients and the repeat visitors will notice the new infusion of toys. Thank you for being there for our children. To the widow and her Mom and the kidney transplant patient...your loss is in no way diminished-it all hurts- deep where we don't like to go. Thank you for sharing your stories with Evan.
And finally, thank you to the angels...those of you who slipped in quietly and constantly and with hardly a word. We saw you and we heard you and we are touched by you...all of you. Your efforts, your generosity and your caring and compassion are commmendable, stellar and as far reaching as the sun. There is no limit to what we can do.
With thanks,
Kimberly
