“When Celia was home from school, she noticed the refrigerator door did not have the dog collar around the handles. ‘It’s nice to not have to lock the fridge. Can we leave it like this …just for today?,’ she asked, and I nodded. This one affected me.”
The small town of Trumann, Arkansas, is calling him their hometown hero.
The Michigan State Police came up with the clever solution to shorten the fall for the man who was threatening suicide.
“Suddenly, I realize I’m loving you to leave.”
“I was out shopping and went to the bathroom. My mom looked over at me, tears in my eyes, and asked what was wrong. I was bleeding! I prayed, thought good baby thoughts. After all, I had no fertility issues, right? Yet this went on for months. With each month, I lost hope. All I thought and dreamt about was having a baby. I cried thinking that might never be me.”
“I felt robbed. I felt like life was working against me in every angle possible. I remember asking myself — why me? Why am I being challenged in this way?”
“I forwarded his profile to my husband. Maybe he’d give a firm ‘no’ and we could move on with our lives. But that night at dinner, he DIDN’T give a firm no. In fact, neither of us could come up with a reason why we SHOULDN’T. We didn’t have any medical records. We were scared. But I couldn’t get this little boy off my mind.”
“Dana was different than all the other girls. She had that classic All-American, girl next door quality. I was in awe. We became serious ‘girlfriend-boyfriend’ immediately. Monday night, we stood out in front of her house to say goodnight. We hugged, kissed and talked for 30 minutes. I smiled, kissed her again and said, ‘I love you.’ That’s the last time I saw Dana.”
“The words weaved together to create a tragic image. Seven homes. RAD. ODD. Lying. Stealing. Aggression. Violence. Impossible to place. Group home. And, finally, a small girl’s simple request: I want a mom with blonde hair.”
“Why was I letting these idiots make me feel less than I am? I realized something needed to change.”