1985.  My parents and I were taking the usual road home from an evening activity—the “road” was actually more of a one-lane, sinuous, potholed trail that lead over a hill and into the small farming village of Steinbrunn-le-Haut.  Our old house was nestled there, deep inside the closed ranks of French landowners and a handful of “city folk” who sued their neighbors over crowing roosters.

There was nothing unusual about the trip home…until we crested that final hill and saw a dull orange glow above the village.  Things got quiet in the car.  The closer we came to the cluster of homes on the outskirts of town, the more the glow seemed to hang right over our house.  With each turn we took, my apprehension grew.  I could see flames reaching skyward like tendrils of a tattered flag.  Neighbors in bathrobes were pouring out into the narrow street as we rounded the final corner onto Rue du Milieu (the poetically named “Middle Street” on which we lived.)

I remember holding my breath, willing my eyes to adjust quickly to the glare of flames against the night sky.  The thought racing through my mind over and over wasn’t “Please don’t let it be our house!”  Nor was it “Please keep everyone out of harm’s way.”  It was, quite maturely, “Please don’t let my banquet dress burn!”  Which had more to do with the hope (dream) that someone would actually ask me to my high school’s banquet than with the frilled collection of pink polyester and lace hanging in all its 80s glory in the makeshift closet of my bedroom.  The fire, as it turns out, was in the barn behind our house.  Nothing of ours was harmed.

As news of the Colorado Springs fires began to reach me yesterday, my first thought was of my friends who live there, whose homes I knew were on the edge of the “danger zone.”  Just over a year ago, I visited both families.  Sam and Jane, dear friends and champions who were once dorm parents at BFA.  And Scott and Fiona, former students who married after leaving BFA, and whose beautiful daughter, Olivia, will have a baby brother to play with in just about 6 months.

Facebook updates chronicled their temporary evacuation.  Fiona said they had 45 minutes to gather what they could from the home they share with her in-laws.  They took what they needed for the estimated 3 days they’d be gone.  Sam and Jane evacuated too, but Sam being something of a Texan maverick, they returned later to watch things progress from the comfort of their own home.  When the wind shifted late in the day on June 26th and crossed into their street, they had no choice but to flee.

I spent last night riveted to KKTO.com, watching live footage of the fire’s progress, and listening to the police and fire scanners as heroes battled the blaze, sometimes asking for relief, sometimes declaring a victory, and too often conceding that they needed to fall back.

I’ve been in touch with my friends, sobered and heartsick over the losses they now suspect have occurred.  The well-known Colorado Springs landmark of Flying W Ranch  is confirmed to have burned, and both families live within a stone’s throw from there. (Firemen at the Ranch’s entrance pictured above and flames devouring the hills above it pictured below.)

The loss is unfathomable, and I’m reminded of the stupidity of my teenage self, fretting over the possible destruction of a banquet dress.  I’ve been pondering what I would save today, were my home threatened by fire.  But beyond that, I’m also evaluating my appreciation for what I have.  How much do I complain about insignificant frustrations instead of being grateful for what is going well?  My air-conditioning doesn’t really reach upstairs in my new home.  Instead of being grateful for the fact that the A/C works beautifully downstairs, I’ve focused on what isn’t meeting my expectations upstairs.  Having heard from my friends in Colorado, my gratitude should encompass even more basic blessings than A/C, like the fact that I have a roof over my head and solid walls around the items that are most precious to me.

I have a friend in Wheaton named Janet who inspires me in the same way my Colorado friends do.  Her life, for the past few years, seems to have been following a tragic downward spiral.  Her husband became ill and had to leave the family, and her mother suffered a debilitating stroke that has left her in a wheelchair and uncommunicative in a nursing home.   Janet lost her own home of twenty-some years last fall and moved into her mother’s foreclosed, mold-infested house, living on an air-mattress and vacating the premises when the bank brings prospective buyers to visit it.  In the hellish heat of recent weeks, she’s been driving an un-air-conditioned van (carrying ice-packs with her to cool off).  Janet’s health is too fragile for her to get a traditional job, and money for basics like groceries ran out long ago.  When her mom’s home sells, which seems imminent, she and her wonderful 20-year old son will be homeless.

Though there are days when Janet teeters under the weight of this succession of tragedies, she still finds joy in helping others, whether it be in donating her mom’s few remaining possessions to the needy or getting birthday balloons for other patients in the nursing home.
And—again—I find myself whining about silly things like my shower being too small.  I have a shower.  I have a car with A/C.  I have a job I love and income to buy groceries.  Yet I find myself frustrated by having no toaster.

I’m convicted that beyond praying for those who struggle, I need to DO SOMETHING to help them practically.  If Janet can do it, so must I!  I know that a larger ‘humanitarian footprint” will yield a larger capacity for the gratitude I so often fail to choose.  So I have committed to consciously doing ONE (just one) thing to help someone else every day for two weeks.  That’s one thing above and beyond whatever acts of kindness are already built into my life.  Will you consider doing the same?  Some practical places to start:

  • If you are blessed with finances, would you consider helping Colorado Springs to recover from this tragedy, even in a modest way?  There are churches there involved in helping the displaced.  Contact me for a list of those.  You can also donate through the Red Cross by clicking this link.  It’s easy–I just did it.  Or send help to the personal friends who may need shelter, clothing and other practical things.
  • If you are in the Wheaton area and can help Janet and her son to find housing, please contact me.  She has nearly exhausted all traditional avenues.
  • Are there people in your life (as there are in mine) who need something you can offer?  A cup of tea?  A walk in a beautiful place?  Groceries?  Gas money?  Company for a doctor’s visit?  Budgeting advice?  A cooking lesson?  Their lawn mowed?  Their windows washed?  Help moving?  Assistance finding a job? Some home-baked cookies?  Child-care for a night out?  A good conversation with someone who truly wants to hear?

    I plan on honoring Sam and Jane, Fiona’s family and others who have lost everything in Colorado by doing at LEAST one thing a day to help someone in need for the next two weeks.  I would love for you to join me…and I hope it will be habit-forming beyond the initial time commitment!  Let me know what your acts of kindness are (comment below) so we can get creative together.
    And please pray for Scott and Fiona (Olivia and unborn baby), Sam and Jane, and all those who have been displaced and/or lost everything.  Pray for strength, endurance and safety for the men and women battling to save Colorado Springs.  We need to support them in any way we can.
    BREAKING NEWS: Scott and Fiona’s home is confirmed that have been lost.  A fundraising page has been set up to help them through the next few months.  Click HERE to be taken to it.  Thank you for anything you can do for this young couple!  Sam and Jane have just found out that although the Flying W (across the road from them) and much of the rest of the neighborhood is gone, their house is STILL STANDING! A neighbor who is a retired police officer confirmed this. What an amazing thing…but they’re not out of the woods yet.


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  1. From Karen: I’m onboard for the two-week challenge! Started today by offering to watch my neighbor’s kids while she went to the store. Felt good to offer out of the blue and see her thrilled surprise. Now on to tomorrow’s act of kindness!

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