"Team Chris SXXXXXX" Sept 8th 2012

 

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.