It feels like we have been here before. Eight years ago, I told you about One Tough Little Bird as she battled her cancer. Today, Little Bird is a lively, happy teenager with teenage joys and concerns. Life is worth celebrating.
When more loved ones start to battle their demons and ask for help, we gladly answer the call.
Years ago, our church congregation had a shortage of teenage boys. None, to be exact. Those that were with us had all graduated and moved away. So I prayed for our ward to get youth. Because we needed them. They help bless and pass our sacrament. They offer good examples of teenage boys to the girls. And they bring joy to life.
As an answer to prayer, our ward got the Snyder family. One amazing family to bless our lives. Two amazing young men and one fantastic young lady to join the ranks of our youth. The vibrant young lady fit perfectly in our small group of girls, falling exactly in the middle of my kids in age. The tall young men added a much welcome sight to our sacrament services. Each of their young faces and bright personalities brought life to our ward and blessed all of us.
Their parents, M&MJ, were just as vibrant and genuinely big-hearted. When my family visited their home the first time, we felt engulfed by their true friendship, like it was perfectly natural for them to open their hearts and make us part of their lives. And they immediately became friends. Real friends who took you up on your offers to help; who gladly invited you to their home and accepted your own invitations; who held real conversations—both parents and kids—that showed they knew you were intellectually on the level and interesting to talk to. Friends who gave genuine smiles whenever they saw you. Who naturally discussed prayer and scripture study as their daily routine. Who asked you to pray with them or for them because they knew you would follow through. Basically, they were the friends who treated you like the friends you really strived to be.
I have met a few people (not many) like this before. You know those people you desperately want to be friends with? Who you want be cool (and not an idiot) around? Who you want to spend time with and not go home anytime soon? Who help you realize that Eternity will be even more of a blessing because they’ll be there? The Snyders are those people. And the amazing thing is, they welcome you and claim you as a friend. Conversations happen as though they have always known you and no time has passed between your visits. Have I mentioned how natural and genuine this behavior is for them? For all of them, parents and kids alike?
After a couple of years, they moved from our ward, but we still keep in touch. Our family gained amazing friends. Our daughters gained good examples of young men in the church. We all gained an example of a family of faith and strength.
I think of them and express gratitude for them often. Partly because our ward finds itself in the same situation as when they first entered our lives: no young men, less than a handful of young women because they have graduated and moved away. I think of what a blessing young people are and how we need more of them.
During our LDS General Conference in March of this year, MJ sent me a text that said her son The Wolf, now a young adult, had been diagnosed with stage 4 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and was starting chemo. Since then, he has responded well to his treatments and is now moving on to the next stage: radiation. The battle is still on, and battles are costly in all aspects—financially, physically, and emotionally. The Wolf’s story brought back memories of Tough Little Bird’s experiences and my own feelings of uselessness when realizing there is only so much I can and know to do to help ease any burden, and then the feeling of strength when realizing there is MUCH each of us can do, mostly by simply being there physically and emotionally, showing our loved ones they are not alone. And remembering how faith in the good of humanity is restored because we realize that when someone sends out a genuine call for help, others will answer because they care.
My family rallied together to help our Tough Little Bird, and we now answer the call of The Wolf. Because cries for help will come, and friends are friends in good times and bad, and work to make a time of crisis a time of triumph.
Life is glorious.
Rally around and answer the call of The Wolf.
To read The Wolf’s story and offer support, check out www.gofundme.com/wolfyfightscancer