Last night I found myself looking at one of those jars but this time it was mine and Scott's face in the photo. It was his story on the jar.
I can't even begin to describe the feeling when you see your friends and neighbors come to support you. When complete strangers reach into their pockets to put money into the jar. When I look into your eyes and say "thank you" it's hard to adequately convey my feelings in those two words. Thank you just doesn't feel powerful enough. It is hard for me to even say anything without bursting into tears. I searched and searched, last night for words to say to each person as they volunteered to help serve ice cream, clean tables, pass out fliers, buy ice cream, and offer their love and support.
Last night I watched in awe as Scott scooped and served ice cream, with a smile on his face, to members of our church and our community. I watched as the line at Cold Stone Creamery in Peoria, Arizona went out the door and around the corner. I watched as people stood in 108 degree weather and waited for their ice cream.
When I say "THANK YOU!!" What I am trying to say is: "My heart is overflowing with gratitude. Our lives have been changed by this trial, but through it we have seen such miracles! You have shown us how much good there is in this world. We are blessed to know you. We are so thankful that you have taken your time to not only tell us but also show us your love."
There have been so many who have donated to Scott's Recovery Fund through Wells Fargo, and America First. It gives me chills to look at those deposits and know what that money could do for you in each of your lives and what a sacrifice it is to donate it. Those of you who have given your time to organize fund raisers: like the garage sale that took place a few months ago, or last night at Cold Stone, or for others who continue to come up with ways to help us pay our bills, your time and efforts to coordinate those event's are so appreciated.
For the silent individuals who wish to remain anonymous. For kind people who cut our lawn and trim our bushes. For those of you who I can't send a gigantic thank you card to, like the individuals who were there to call for help when Scott needed medical attention, or the police officer who showed me such kindness over the phone when trying to sort out where Scott's belongings were. For the multitudes of doctors and nurses who cared for Scott and made it more than just a "job."
For Mrs. Schvaneveldt and Mrs. Zambrano's 3rd grade classes and the beautiful artwork they sent to Scott!!
I want to share a few of these for todays post. I hope they bring a smile to your face like they did to ours. We are so blessed to have you all in our lives!! If I haven't had the opportunity to personally look you in the eyes and say "THANK YOU" please know that what you are doing and have done is so so appreciated!!
My scanner cut off the edge on some of these... sorry.
