My little sister Steph |
…And For Every Purpose
There Is A Need
Last week,
my little sister/friend Stephanie Hill shared an amazing story. A friend had
passed away. It was a tragic loss. Anthony was only 22. He was just moving into
his first apartment and was excited and uplifted. Anthony had suffered from
Type 1 Diabetes for 12 of his 22 years. So when Anthony didn’t respond to his
mother’s calls, she knew that something was wrong.
Anthony lived that kind of
life that left a big impression on those around him.
His father
died when he was young, but Anthony took care of his mom and grandmother like
the old soul folks knew him to be. A year ago, when his mother found love, Anthony
walked her down the aisle.
When I read
Stephanie’s email about the loss of someone so special, I wondered how his
mother would be able to move on.
Stephanie
told me that she would be walking for a cure and she attached the articles for
me to read. There in the attachments, I
read the gift that has inspired me to the heavens.
I didn’t
have to worry about Anthony’s mother Nina. She knew the gift of her son and
allowed his life to continue to shine.
Nina had lost her son, but her friend
Tikara’s son was terribly ill and in need of a kidney transplant.
Anthony provided that kidney. (Watch more about this amazing life and donation)
I have no idea how someone in that
much pain could be so present to think fast enough and do this amazing thing.
I have always felt that for every
need there is a purpose and for every purpose there is a need.
Anthony, Nina, Tikara, and Ryan are
proof of this necessary life cycle.
Stephanie
walked yesterday for the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation, but you can still make a donation. (Push Steph beyond her goal)
This week
and every week that follows, find a way to allow your purpose to fill a need.
You don’t have to donate a kidney, but I’m sure you have something that someone
needs right now.
Let your
life shine today. (Read more about Anthony's amazing mother.)
I love you.
Be you, be well, be
Purpose.
Bertice Berry, PhD.
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