Blog Post 2

In my family, there aren’t a whole lot of memorable stories that I can think of, but there are a few I do remember that I think are worth passing down to future generations. One family story that I wish to preserve is a story about something my father told me that happened to him when he was five years old. He lived in the country with his parents and two sisters, and one day, he was riding a tricycle around his house. Unfortunately, a bad event happened when he accidentally rode it into the front steps to his house. His parents took him to the hospital and they learned he had a hernia. 

The doctors were worried about the situation and if they could fix it.   All his family could do was pray for him to get better. About a week later, everything was back to normal which the doctors thought was an impossible feat, but they were grateful for it. Everyone in our family thinks that God helped heal my dad, and if it wasn’t for that, worse things might have happened. It’s a story that has really stuck out to me in how praying can accomplish big miracles in life, and I think hearing this story can encourage people to pray, even when things seem terrible. This is a story I definitely plan to pass on to my children.

Another story I can think of is something that happened recently. My uncle died on Christmas day from a blood clot that rushed to his lungs.  He was 46 years old and it was very sudden and unexpected.   He was in the hospital for several months in the beginning of last year after having surgery to repair an AVM that burst on his brain. He lost his memory and spent about a month in the hospital.  He also spent a few weeks in a rehab working on brain activities and gaining strength to walk on his own.  The doctors couldn’t believe how quickly he bounced back and he returned to work after four months.  He was a band director in Ohio and Indiana for many years and his last job was being the principal at Northeastern High School in Richmond, Indiana.  He always had a very positive attitude and loved to motivate people to believe in themselves.

We had his funeral in Dover and lots of his students, coworkers and friends from Indiana came over to pay their final respects to him.  Seeing all of the people at his funeral made me realize how much he cared about everyone he knew and what an impact he had on this world.  So many people shared stories about how he not only cared about them doing well in the classroom, but how he also cared about their lives outside of the school.  He always encouraged everyone to do their best but would also help them if they failed.  All of the schools he worked at held memorial services to honor him and the story of his death even made the Indianapolis Fox news.  It amazes me that my uncle was able to touch so many lives. I feel that the stories I learned about the difference he made in this world will be great ones to pass along to my children.  He had a big impact on not just my family, but probably thousands of kids he worked with throughout the years.  Even though his life ended way too soon, he made the most of each day and had a positive impact on many lives.