Yesterday, I told ya'll about Myriam's broken doll, "Blue Glucy". I also posted my concerns on my personal Facebook account and the outpouring of support was wonderful but not unexpected--I mean if you're "friends" with me on Facebook there's a pretty good possibility that we're friends in real life. Would anyone really be surprised that Myriam's Sunday school teacher was looking for a solution to this problem? Or that an old family friend would make a couple of phone calls to a doll hospital?
Perhaps in this day and age, community and caring is strictly a small town phenomena? I hope not but if the evening news is to be believed, it may be so. But what happened next is the epitome of small town life. Yesterday I was bombarded with phone calls and emails from friends (both on-line and in real life) all wanting to contribute to the Blue Glucy Fund. *
I found money in my mail box, my paypal account and in the hand of a friend who was waiting on my front stoop. It was very humbling to hear how a little blog has touched the lives of people I've known the majority of my life and people I've never really "met". Thank you everyone who contributed, prayed or just wished us well. We are blessed beyond my poor words.
Peace Out!
*A new Blue Glucy has been ordered and is on its way. We expect her next week. Thank you again to everyone that helped us during our time of need.
Oh! And if there are any contractors out there we really need another bathroom. What?!? You can't blame a girl for asking!
