It is by moral navigation and
planted message in our hearts that finds something far beyond that of the
everyday, be it by love of a little boy by his mother and father, beyond our
own little “Gee that’s terrible!”, or the real fact of people who recognize
suffering and want to do something about it. This place and idea could be seen
and felt in the homemade purple shirts sporting “Team Chris” some with sporty
logos on the back as a whole family and community came out to raise much needed
funds for Chris’s much needed brain surgery in Oct. The eldest boy at 14 Jamie
who was being my helper looked over his shoulder and asked, “What does mine
say?” as he carried donated tins for the baked product into the kitchen. I
laughed and said “Momma’s little helper”, and he his face showed the OMG an
adolescent shows when his mom has stuck him in clothes he would never wear. It
could be seen in the faces of people who herd Chris’s story for the first time,
others who were still dropping off donations and buying something which was
like a double whammy of smile power with a “Look Chrissy!” followed by the ever
present “WOW”. I watched though the window as Chissy gave her interview in the
now quiet backyard as I baked. I knew the questions and fear that lay within
them as I could not hear what was said but could see the conversation in
nonverbal cues of Chrissy’s gravid courageous face and gentle questioner. I to
was quiet as I worked. The interview hard part done it was time to try to get
Chris to unroll himself from his blanket. Which we were told, “It is very hard
for him at times and he has even had to have been rescued do to his antics in
it.” his mother piped up in the front room where they young boys had gathered
with mom and the reporter valiantly attempting to catch Chris’s smile. Overall
the air was just a little festive today and a well so, for in this gathering
and out-pouring of empathy, a goal was in mind, for this one little boy name
Chris.
