Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

A Story of Near Tragedy, Courage and Gratitude

Often we remember the worst of the news. Stories of greed, malice, deception and all manner of cruelty that frightens us and keeps us from trusting and hoping. Then, along comes a story of such bravery, courage and gratitude that we are uplifted.

I received an email about a 50-ton female humpback whale who became unmercifully entwined in long, heavy crab pot lines in San Francisco bay. She could barely keep her blowhole above the water line. A fishing boat captain saw her plight and called for a rescue team.

The rescuers could tell that the ropes were cutting in so deeply there was blubber in the water. The divers held out little hope for her survival. However, that little spark of hope was just enough for them to risk getting in the water with her.

They knew full well the damage she could do to the divers if she became frightened by their actions. The divers needed time to cut through heavy ropes entangling her dorsal and tail fins and to remove the ropes from her mouth and baleen. (Being near her mouth involved working right in front of her fist-sized eye.) She watched and stayed calm. She knew. She understood.

I can't say how she knew given the history of hunting the humpbacks to near extinction, but she did. Perhaps it was the way the divers approached her. They entered her realm with kindness and compassion - wishing only to help. Maybe she sensed their meaning.

When free, she circled and approached each diver gently nudging them. Yes, she knew.

What if we approached life with kindness and compassion towards all beings? And what if we remembered to show sincere gratitude for who and/or what we've been given?

May every day be a day of Thanksgiving!

(This is a reprint from 2011. I thought of this article as I read about several friends who have posted their stories of what looked like certain tragedy. Given time and reflection, they realized how very grateful they were. How their life direction changed- ultimately for the better. Also, I want to give a shout out to everyone who has gone out of their way to help the Veteran's homeless camp. Deepest gratitude!)

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Life of Kai - a Miracle in Progress

Since this blog is about art and life, I wanted to share the story of the life of Kai. It should be a very short story as Kai is only 3 months old. Yet, he already has a very big story.

Kai - Kaimani Knight-was born on May 14, 2014. The date is important inasmuch as it was two weeks after Oregon enacted a requirement for newborn screening for SCID - Severe Combined Immunodeficiency.
Baby Kai was pronounced a "SCID baby."

Kai's parents, Jason and Nykki Knight brought their baby home with the knowledge that unless a bone marrow donor was found, chances were that Kai would not survive his first year of life. You see, at birth infants have their mother's antibodies. As time passes, they are replaced by their own immune system - is something baby Kai couldn't do.

At less than two months, Kai seemed to have a fever. His folks knew he needed to be taken immediately to the hospital. It was determined there that Kai didn't have a fever (faulty thermometer), but he did have a virus. The doctor recommended that Kai be taken to Doernbecher Hospital for Children in Portland. Jason and Nykki packed and made their way from Eugene to Portland - a two-hour drive.

Once at Doernbecher, they were told that because of the virus, Kai needed to stay in isolation while a search for a donor was conducted. Furthermore, because Nykki Knight is part Samoan, a donor who is part Samoan would probably make a better match. The search was on.

In the meantime, baby Kai was treated to reduce the virus and remained in the isolation ward, along with his parents. During all of the time, his loving and patient parents maintained a positive attitude about the survival and growth of Kai.

Finally, a donor was located! Every one of ten points matched between the donor and Kai!

Kai started chemotherapy to make sure that no part of his immune system was functioning. If it did, then the body would reject the bone marrow transplant. It was not without difficulty that Kai continued to thrive as a sturdy little soul that he is.

On Monday night of this week, this darling 3-month old received the gift of bone marrow from as unknown donor. As is little Kai's nature, he woke up the morning after surgery smiling.

He has a long road ahead of him. He has unbelievably supportive parents. His little body now needs time to accept the transplant.

His parents, the timing of his birth, the early discovery of the virus and now the donor demonstrate what is possible. And, so dear readers, please add your own thoughts of hope and a gentle recovery to his life.

(Kai's parents have neglected their glass-blowing art business for months and have months to go. If you can help, please donate at: http://www.gofundme.com/BabyKai)




Wednesday, November 23, 2011

A Story of Hope, Courage and Gratitude

My first thoughts for the blog was an iconic Thanksgiving art image. Then I received an email that changed my mind. It shifted my thoughts to reflecting on generosity of spirit and gratitude.

Often we remember the worst of the news. Stories of greed, malice, deception and all manner of cruelty that frightens us and keeps us from trusting and hoping. Then, along comes a story of such bravery, courage and gratitude that we are uplifted.

The email was about a 50-ton female humpback whale who became unmercifully entwined in long, heavy crab pot lines in San Francisco bay. She could barely keep her blowhole above the water line. A fishing boat captain saw her plight and called for a rescue team.

The rescuers could tell that the ropes were cutting in so deeply there was blubber in the water. The divers held out little hope for her survival. However, that little spark of hope was just enough for them to risk getting in the water with her.

They knew full well the damage she could do to the divers if she became frightened by their actions. The divers needed time to cut through heavy ropes entangling her dorsal and tail fins and to remove the ropes from her mouth and baleen. (Being near her mouth involved working right in front of her fist-sized eye.) She watched and stayed calm. She knew. She understood.

I can't say how she knew given the history of hunting the humpbacks to near extinction, but she did. Perhaps it was the way the divers approached her. They entered her realm with kindness and compassion - wishing only to help. Maybe she sensed their meaning.

When free, she circled and approached each diver gently nudging them. Yes, she knew.

What if we approached life with kindness and compassion towards all beings? And what if we remembered to show sincere gratitude for who and/or what we've been given?

May every day be a day of Thanksgiving!

(By request,this is a reprint of 2010 Thanksgiving)