Close To My Heart | Reece's Rainbow Family

I have promised a few people (after my persistent begging for this family) in the past couple days that I would explain *why* 'Annie's family is so close to my heart.  This is that post.

Annie was close to my heart from the start, because she reminded me so much of my precious A, the little girl that I helped to raise and who lived with me on and off from ages 2-9.  Here are the two of them side-by-side.

On the left is my A.  On the right is RR's "Annie".

Wow, right?

How could I not fall in love with the little girl who reminded me so much of the one who holds my heart?  Even her description on Reece's Rainbow reminded me of my A.

"Diagnosis: delays in development -report indicates that due to delayed speech, Autism was initially suspected. However, no formal testing has been done and the child’s development is continuing to improve.

Annie is 7 years old. Her motor skills are well developed. She walks, runs, catches & throws a ball, climbs, hops on one foot and participates in musical games that require movement. Her fine motor skills are developing as well. She can open/close scissors and is learning to cut with them. She draws on paper, though she is not yet writing letters. She plays with play dough and builds a tower of 12 blocks. She is in the 1st grade and attending school outside the orphanage. She follows verbal directions and responds to her name. She tries to imitate words said by adults. She currently expresses herself non verbally. She is very protective of her possessions. She doesn’t often initiate play with the other children, but she will play close to them. She will join in organized group activities for short periods of time and is very emotionally responsive to familiar adults. She needs extra time to complete tasks and has a short attention span. She stops inappropriate behaviors when redirected by an adult. She feeds and dresses herself. Since she is non verbal, she does not yet indicate that she needs to go to the bathroom on her own, so she is taken on a schedule and is completely toilet trained using this method."

Delayed development... check.
Delayed speech... check.
Autism was initially suspected... check.
Well developed motor skills... check.
Follows verbal directions and responds to her name... check.
Very protective of her possessions... check.
Emotionally responsive to *familiar* adults... check.
Needs extra time to complete tasks... check.
Short attention span... super check.
Stops inappropriate behaviors when redirected... check.
Feeds and dresses herself... check.
Difficulties with toilet training... check.

Those very words could have been written about my A just a few short years ago.  In those short years, she has progressed amazingly.  I just know that with the love of a family, "Annie" will too.

Because I was instantly drawn to "Annie" because she reminded me so much of my A, I wrote a blog post about her.  I shared it in the Reece's Rainbow group I'm in.  Someone saw it.

She saw it, and her heart stopped too.  She saw it, and she too realized she was looking into the eyes of her little girl.  She showed it to her husband... and he, too, realized that this was the child that was meant to be theirs.

Amanda and Collin said "Yes" to Annie.  They inquired with an agency and sent commitment papers to both the agency and Reece's Rainbow.

God used me to lead them to their daughter.  I truly can't tell you what that meant to me.

You see, the past few years have not been easy ones for my A and I.  I can't share all the details, but in short, a little over a year ago, my A confessed something to me that she had never told anyone else.  Something bad.  Something serious.  She needed help... desperately.

I did everything I could to help her.  I fought for her.  I contacted all the right people.  I told them the truth.  I prayed for God to help me help A.

A little over a year later, we have been to hell and back.  We prayed without ceasing.  We went to court.

We lost.

I could not help A escape her situation or her abuser.  I made a promise to help her, and I failed.

It is the biggest failure of my entire life.

My heart is broken.

I haven't seen my sweet A in over a year.  I don't even know if she is safe.  If nothing has changed since the last time I saw her, she almost certainly is not.

I still pray every day.

I still sleep with her stuffed elephant 'lovey' every night.

I still believe she is coming home someday.

But for right now... I couldn't help my precious princess A.  I failed her.

I love you, Princessa.

But Annie...

Annie is our chance to create beauty from the ashes.

I couldn't help my A, as hard as I tried... but I can help Annie.

And then someday... I will have the most beautiful story to tell my Princessa... about how, without ever knowing it, she helped bring a little orphan girl home to her family.

I already let my sweet girl down.  I can't let Annie down too.

When Amanda and Collin began considering committing to Annie, I promised to help them in whatever way possible.  They took a huge leap of faith... and I promised to help them make it a success.

I can't break another promise to another little girl.

In honor of my sweet girl... I have to help bring this sweet girl to the parents who love and want her more than anything.

To the family she deserves more than anything.

"Annie"

But I can't do it alone.  I am but one person with very limited resources.

I have no job.

I'm not even currently capable of working, having had surgery for a debilitating condition some twelve hours ago.

My bank account reads $0.68

I raided my statehood quarter collection just to eat last week.

I am $400 short of a very important bill that MUST be paid in just over two weeks with no income.

I am crafty, but I have no money to buy supplies.  I am, however, little by little, piecing together an auction to benefit Annie's family.  But still I have no money to pay for postage.

I have ideas for fundraisers, but lack the resources (not just money - venues, volunteers, etc.) to pull them off.

All I really have...

Is my voice.

So I make it a loud one.

I scream for Annie and the Jones family every opportunity I have.

But my screaming is all for nothing if nobody is listening.

I need you.

Annie needs you.

Amanda and Collin need you.

To bring their little girl home... the very thing I failed at doing a year ago this fall.  The very thing that broke my heart.

We - I - can't fail again.

A child's life is on the line.

Everybody can do something.  I have seen people give out of nothing - families who are in the process to adopt themselves giving to other families.  Individuals who live on a fixed income sharing what little they have to help someone else.  Teenagers who save up their babysitting money to help an orphan.

Nearly all of us can spare something.  Even if it's only five dollars.  One dollar.  Any amount counts.

Can you imagine if each one of my friends and family, each one of Amanda and Collin's friends and family, each Reece's Rainbow supporter... gave just five dollars each?  Or even one dollar each?  Even at that low, easily manageable amount, thousands of dollars would be raised.

Isn't the life of a child worth a dollar to you?

Couldn't you pass up that big mac, or that Starbucks coffee, and eat at home instead, and be a part of saving a child's life?

Besides - God loves a cheerful giver.  I can't count the number of times He has blessed me for giving from nothing.  You'd be surprised what He will do for you if you give selflessly and with your whole heart.

And if you're in the situation I'm in right now... jobless... in debt... perhaps disabled... and truly don't have two pennies to rub together - there are still things you can do.

When was the last time you cleaned out your basement or attic?  Get a Christmas gift last year that just wasn't your style?  Unwanted gift cards?  Good at a craft?  These items make wonderful auction items - all you have to do is contact me at Callmecrazycbus@hotmail.com with a photo and a description of the item(s) you'd like to donate, and I can put them in Annie's Auction.  Depending on your location, Amanda or myself can pick up items, or you can ship them to us or directly to the auction winner.  Shipping reimbursement is available.  It doesn't cost you a thing... and helps clean out your house!

Just cleaned out your house and truly don't have anything extra lying around?  No good at arts and crafts?  There's STILL something you can do... and it only takes a couple clicks of your mouse.  At the bottom of this post, there are several icons that allow you to share it on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, and a variety of other social networks.  You can also copy and paste the link to the post anywhere you like.  Simply share the post, and maybe it will reach someone who DOES have something to give.  It's that easy to be a part of saving a life (not to mention making my day.  Seriously, every time someone shares about Annie and her family, I find myself grinning ear to ear for hours).

The easiest way yet to help is to pray.  One simple sentence added to your evening prayers.  "Dear Lord, please bring Annie home to her family, safe and sound."

I can't imagine that's too much to ask.

I can't turn away.  I have to do whatever I can, not just for Annie, but in honor of my A.  To create beauty from the ashes.  To help heal my broken heart.

Now you know why this means so much to me.  And you know exactly how you can help.  Please, I'm begging you not to turn away either.

Give.  Advocate.  Share.  Pray.  Everyone can do something.

And I guarantee, you won't regret being a part of this sweet girl's miracle.



Helpful links:

To GIVE MONEY:

• 50/50 fundraiser going on at the Jones family's blog until September 2nd HERE.
• Donate through the Jones' tax deductible Reece's Rainbow FSP HERE.
• Donate directly to the Jones' (non-tax deductible) via paypal HERE.
• Contact Amanda for information on sending a check (avoid paypal fees) HERE.
• Order Thirty-One products from Amanda HERE.

To GIVE AUCTION ITEMS:

• Contact me at Callmecrazycbus@hotmail.com.
• Contact Amanda at jones.jer2911@gmail.com.

To ADVOCATE/SHARE:

• Copy and paste the link to this blog post (http://crazy-arewethereyet.blogspot.com/2013/08/close-to-my-heart.html) anywhere you'd like.
• Copy and paste the link to the Jones' blog (http://youbeliftedhigh.blogspot.com/) anywhere you'd like.
• Copy and paste the link to the Jones' Reece's Rainbow FSP (http://reecesrainbow.org/61087/sponsorjones-2) anywhere you'd like.
• Use the 'share buttons' below this post to share it on the social media network of your choice (they look like this):  

To PRAY:

• Well - that one's easy!

Remember... EVERYONE can do SOMETHING!

Surgery... and a plea

Check out my other blog for an FYI on the surgery I'm having tomorrow, and a plea for my friends adopting this beautiful girl.

(Not So) Happy Birthday

I want you to take a moment to remember your last birthday.

If you can't remember your last birthday, then remember one that sticks in your mind (I know, some of us are getting older and this remembering stuff doesn't go so well anymore).

Here's my last birthday.

Yup.  I was in the hospital.  It was actually my third day in the hospital due to complications following surgery to remove stones from my right kidney.  I was in a lot of pain and on both oral and IV pain medications.  The machine that dripped antibiotics and saline into my veins would start beeping frequently - every time I moved my arm the wrong way.  Notice how I'm holding it out straight there?  I was trying to avoid the beeping, which I would then have to page a nurse to stop... even at 4:00 in the morning.

But then... check out all those presents!  They were wrapped and lovingly loaded into a huge thirty-one bag by my mom, and brought to me at the hospital early that morning.  Even more astonishing, after having been by my side as long as visiting hours would allow the previous two days (leaving the hospital after 9 pm the day before my birthday), she also brought my favorite homemade chocolate caramel cake that she had made after she got home the previous night.  Complete with candles and ice cream.

We shared cake and ice cream with the nurses and the other patients on the ward, as well as their guests.  Other nurses came into my room to join in singing Happy Birthday.

I turned 24 in the hospital.

It was an improvised birthday.

It wasn't the one I had planned.

But I was lucky.  I was blessed with people who were willing to do whatever it took to make it special.



In about five hours, it will be August 23, 2013, in a certain Eastern European country.

What's so significant about that?

Many people would probably say 'nothing'.

But not me.  That day is special to me.

It's someone's birthday.

"Just an orphan" they might say.  "One of thousands."

"An idiot child" they might say.  "Nothing will become of him."

But they're wrong.  Because twelve years ago, God saved this little boy, nicknamed "Brett", from certain death.

You see, Brett was born in a field in the country and immediately abandoned by his birth mother.  Maybe she knew he had down syndrome.  Maybe she didn't.  All the same, she left that little baby there to die.

But a stranger came upon that baby hours later, whose cries had grown weak, who was now hypothermic and covered in bug bites.  That stranger took the baby in his arms and sought help.  Maybe he knew he had down syndrome.  Maybe he didn't.  All the same, that stranger saved Brett's life.

He was taken to the hospital.  The doctors nursed him back to health.  Then, as a child without parental care, and a child with a special need that was not widely accepted by the citizens of that country, there was no place for him to go but the orphanage.

Brett spent three years in the orphanage.  In his country, after a child's third birthday, if they remain an orphan, they are to be sent to an older child orphanage, or to a mental institution.  Brett drew the short straw.  He was sent to a mental institution.  From what we know, it is a very rural one, probably lacking in resources, most definitely unseen by many outside eyes.

That is where he was when this picture was taken for his adoptable child profile - the picture that sat on Reece's Rainbow for years.

That is the picture I saw a year and a half ago... and fell in love with.  I could just see those little arms reaching up for a hug.

But years passed.  Birthdays passed.  We finally got an updated photo... one that is not horrifying as some we have seen, but that made me sad all the same, to know that the sweet little boy in the photo had to do all that growing up without a mommy or a daddy.  This is Brett today.

And on August 23, 2013, he will be twelve years old.

But there won't be cake or candles.  There won't be assorted gift wrapped packages.  There won't be a mommy to pack up a birthday in a bag and bring it to the institution where Brett currently resides.

It will just be another day.  Another orphan who is another year older.  No one to care.

Even in a hospital bed, in tremendous pain, I had a better birthday than Brett has ever had.

Let that sink in for a minute.

Imagine, as a child, spending your birthday with no cake, no presents... not even someone who loved you.

It's not fair.

And there's only one way to change it.

Mommy, Daddy, this little boy is crying out for your love and attention.  Please don't look the other way.  Don't be afraid because Brett is 'older'.  He is mentally still a small child.  He is friendly.  It is said by those who have met him that he is not aggressive and would likely do very well in a family.

He just needs to be given a chance.

If I could adopt him myself, I'd have done it already.  By the rules of both my country and his, I am too young.

For those of us who know we cannot personally adopt him, we at least could offer Brett a birthday present... maybe a little donation to his Reece's Rainbow FSP, to help the family that does step up to adopt him?  That can be done here.

But this is not the case for all of you.  Some of you have the power to rescue Brett.  The requirements to adopt from his country are very do-able, as international adoptions go:

• 2 trips, 5 days each
• Approx cost only $19-25k!  (depends on how many people travel, time of year for travel, etc)
• NO UPPER AGE LIMIT
• Single mothers may apply
• Easy dossier, very few restrictions
• Only one parent has to travel

CANADIAN FAMILIES WELCOME!

Please, won't you help me make sure he never has to spend another birthday in that stark, cold institution?

Remember... EVERYONE can do SOMETHING.

Pray... Share... Advocate... Give... Adopt... SAVE A LIFE.