I am flabbergasted. Astounded. In awe. Filled with faith and inspiration.
I know we all have our crosses to bare. I know our take-shit-o-meters all vary. But I think you’d be hard pressed to find anyone hurting more than Lisa King and her 3 boys right now.
To lose a son, and then your husband, within months of each other, it’s got to be one of, if not the, most unfair story I’ve heard in a long time.
But there is a bright side to this story. I know money doesn’t bring back loved ones. I know that lesson all too well. I know that Lisa and her boys would give every last sent back if it meant Aaron would come walking through the door tonight.
But I also know that without this money, without the support, love and generosity of people from far and wide, people who know and love Lisa to people who have never met her before, Lisa would have a lot more stress added to her grief and suffering.
Through tragedy, triumphs hope. In the form of generous, kind, giving individuals. My faith in mankind is fully restored.