Miracle Match

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Jeanine Ramirez was making plans for the end of her life when a call from Bixby, Oklahoma, changed everything.

“Jeanine, I’m a match,” said Jimmie Deibert as soon as Ramirez answered.

“For what?” asked Ramirez.

“I’m giving you my kidney,” said Deibert.

Ramirez, of Milton, was shocked to learn she was in kidney failure during her annual physical in 2018. She was asymptomatic, but the combination of migraine medication Topamax and pain reliever ibuprofen caused her creatinine levels to skyrocket. She did her best to slow the progression, but in June 2021 her kidney function dropped to just 9%.

“My arms and legs started to hurt, I had shooting pains that made me wonder if I was having a heart attack, I had no energy or appetite. My body was incredibly itchy because my phosphorus was so high,” said Ramirez, 46. “My doctor said that without a transplant I had about six months to live.”

Ramirez, a single mother, panicked about what would happen to her daughter Kyra, 17. Who would take care of her if she died? Would they respect her wishes and love her daughter well?

When work friend, Jane Bridges, asked Ramirez how things were going, honesty was the only answer.

“I immediately asked what I could do,” said Bridges, 52, of Melbourne, Florida. “I went online to Emory’s site to see if I could be a donor. I wasn’t eligible, but I wasn’t going to let a friend die because of my inaction.”

Though Bridges and Ramirez are co-workers at Cancer Treatment Centers of America, they’d never met in person. They both work from home in their respective states. When Bridges asked Ramirez for permission to email her contacts about the crisis, Ramirez said yes, please.

“I’ve worked with Jeanine for about 12 years, but have never met her in person, and had no idea about her health status until I read Jane’s email,” said Deibert, who works at the same company as the ladies and is based in Oklahoma. “Something about her story and knowing her through the years, I just felt like God was speaking to me. I felt like he was asking me to be the one.”

Within an hour of receiving the email, Deibert went to the Emory transplant website and began the process to see if he was a match. By the end of September, he received the news.

“Oddly, I wasn’t surprised that I was a match,” said Deibert, a father of two teenaged sons. “I had a feeling from the beginning. I told my wife, Laura, I thought the opportunity was God’s plan and her reply was ‘I can’t argue with that.’”

The Deiberts flew to Atlanta on Oct. 7 to meet Jeanine and her daughter and undergo more tests.

“That visit really confirmed everything,” said Deibert. “Jeanine is an awesome person and seeing her with her daughter made everything feel even more right.”

The surgery was scheduled for Nov. 11, Veteran’s Day, which felt especially poignant as Ramirez is a veteran.

“I kept my guard up right until surgery,” said Ramirez. “I was nervous something would go wrong. I arrived at the hospital first and was scared until I heard the elevator doors open. I turned to see Jimmie and his wife praying.”

The three prayed together in the waiting room before Ramirez and Deibert were taken to side-by-side operating rooms. Six hours later, the operations were complete and Ramirez’ new kidney was functioning perfectly.

“By the next day my energy was like a 16-year old’s,” said Ramirez. “I was walking the halls and felt better than I had in probably 30 years.”

Bridges, determined to continue helping however she could, drove up from Florida and cared for Ramirez for two weeks after surgery. It was the first time they’d met in person.

“It was emotional, but also so familiar,” said Bridges. “I had to go help her. I just had to. If there’s something you can’t do personally, don’t sit back and put your hands up. There’s always something you can do.”

Both Ramirez and Deibert have thrived since the transplant. About three to four weeks after surgery, Deibert returned to his regular gym visits and has zero restrictions. Ramirez’ new kidney is functioning at 100%.

“I’m Kyra’s cheer coach at the high school and I’m her Girl Scout troop leader, as I have been since she was in kindergarten, but now I have so much more energy to enjoy this life,” said Ramirez.

Ramirez, Deibert, and Bridges agree their bond will endure. They are family now.

“We all just celebrated the two-month anniversary of “Sidney the Kidney,” said Ramirez. “I’m overwhelmed by my blessings and thankful for every day. When I hear Jane and Jimmie’s names, my heart does a backflip and I smile.”

For Jimmie, the opportunity to be a living donor has affirmed what he’s always known.

“You hear the saying ‘it’s more blessed to give than to receive’ and it’s absolute truth,” said Deibert. “What a huge joy to give such a gift. How often do you get to directly and immediately save someone’s life? I don’t say that to pat myself on the back, Jane was just as important as Jeanine’s advocate. It was God’s plan and we got to be part of it. How awesome is that?”

Dude 21

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Three weeks before he died in June 2021, Chandler Patterson stood at his wedding rehearsal and professed his love for his family and friends. On Friday, hundreds of his loved ones gathered to raise a glass of Dude 21, a beer created in tribute to Chandler by his bride, Alyssa Patterson.

Chandler lived his life for God, country, and family. His parents instilled in him a servant’s heart, a desire to give back to his community, which is what led him to firefighting in the city of Gainesville, a job he loved and, his family says, would have continued through retirement.

When Chandler and Alyssa met in the fall of 2019, they fell quickly. In fact, on their first date, Chandler told Alyssa he was going to marry her one day. Two weeks later they were exchanging “I love yous” and meeting one another’s parents. Chandler proposed 11 months later and they said their vows before an audience of 250 on June 5, 2021.

“It was like a fairytale,” said Alyssa, 24. “He loved me so well and was everything I ever wanted. I’m so thankful he was mine, even if for just a little while. Knowing what I know now, I’d do it all over again.”

The newlyweds enjoyed a weeklong honeymoon in Cancun, then returned to their new home in Braselton, where they were excited to settle into a routine as man and wife. They hosted their families for the first time on Father’s Day, and six days later, while out on Lake Tugaloo with a group of buddies, Chandler was killed in a boating accident.

“I couldn’t move when we got the call. I couldn’t speak,” said Alyssa. “All that was going through my mind was ‘we just got married. How is this happening?’”

On July 2, just shy of their one-month wedding anniversary, Alyssa eulogized her husband before a crowd of 1,000, not counting the thousands who watched the livestream.

In the seven months since losing Chandler, Alyssa, a sales implementation specialist for an insurance company, has relied heavily on her faith to guide her through the onslaught of grief. She attended a retreat in November for young widows, sponsored by Be Still Ministries, and she has been surrounded with support from friends, family, even strangers.

A week before Christmas, Alyssa visited StillFire Brewing in Suwanee with her sister and friends. As she sat on the patio, drinking her favorite sour beer, Gummy Bandit, she thought about Chandler.

She’d brought him to StillFire on one of their first dates.

“StillFire is everything Chan loved,” said Alyssa. “It’s an old firehouse turned brewery that offers live music. It’s the perfect spot.”

Thinking back on their many visits to StillFire, an idea struck Alyssa. Chandler rode on engine 21 and was well-known for calling his friends “dude,” which is why the fire department had patches with “Dude 21″ created in his memory. What if StillFire brewed a beer for in honor of Chandler called Dude 21, she wondered. Could they do that?

“She sent me an e-mail all about Chandler and it tore at my heart,” said Phil Farrell, brew master at StillFire. “I shared it with the partners, and it was decided within five minutes: we would make this happen and fast.”

Alyssa and her family graciously accepted Farrell’s invitation to join him as he created Dude 21, a flavorful IPA that has the number 21 used repeatedly in its formulation. And, of course, they scheduled the beer release for Jan. 21.

“We made six kegs of beer and we’ve already busted through three of those,” said StillFire partner and general manager Aaron Bisges early in the evening at the release. “The good news is, on Monday Phil and the team will be back in the lab to make more. This is one of the biggest responses we’ve ever seen.”

StillFire is also sending a few kegs of Dude 21 to Universal Joint, a bar near Chandler’s hometown in Rabun County.

After the crowd cheered and toasted to Chandler, the family was invited in the back where Farrell gave them a surprise. StillFire dedicated a fermentation tank, complete with American flags and a firefighter hat, to Chandler “Dude 21″ Patterson.

After months of darkness, multiple family members said the night was a welcome opportunity to celebrate. It was filled with things Chandler loved and the people he loved most. Prophetic words from his rehearsal speech echoed among the crowd, words that will long outlive the man.

“If you want to be happy, you have to invest in people,” Chandler said in his speech. “My grandfather always said ‘when you die, what are people going to say about you? Are they gonna say ‘man, that guy drove an awesome truck,’ or ‘that guy had nice clothes.’ No. When you’re gone people don’t remember those things, they don’t care about that. People care about who you are and your heart. Granddaddy always said if you invest in people, you will always be rich. If you have a full heart, you will be rich. I’m not perfect at all, but I do love people. I’ve failed at many things in my life, but I don’t fail at loving people … I love you guys.”

Ryan Cone

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

After seeing his father’s list of unfulfilled dreams, Ryan Cone was determined to honor his father’s memory by making his own dreams come true.

“I took care of my dad the last couple years of life while he fought cancer,” said Cone, 41. “We found an old list of goals, things like: go to Hawaii, start a cigar company. Dad said “don’t be like me. I’m 57 years old and I didn’t do any of those things because I was fearful.”

He got stuck in a rat race, he needed to provide for his children, and he couldn’t take any risks.”

Cone was 18 years old when his father died. The loss sent him down a path of self-discovery. He began contemplating the deeper questions in life. He wanted to learn what it takes to be successful, and he started by figuring out his personal definition of success.

“I started reading biographies and motivational books,” said Cone. “When I was 23 years old, a senior at Georgia Southern, I started interviewing people, at least 100, to see how they mapped out their successful lives. Someone suggested I called Tommy Newberry. He became my coach and that changed everything.”

Newberry is a best-selling author and business coach based in Atlanta.

“Ryan had big goals, needed coaching, and said he’d need a scholarship for the coaching,” said Newberry. “He said ‘I promise if you do this, I’ll become one of your best clients, maybe your very best.’ He met that promise by his 10-year mark.”

Cone is a commercial real estate agent in Atlanta. By age 29 he owned his own company, which morphed a couple times before becoming Cone Commercial. With Newberry’s help, Cone learned to place equal emphasis on five areas of life: faith, business, spirituality, health and family.

“I realized that my definition of success is balance in all those buckets,” said Cone. “Financial freedom is huge, but I also wanted to dive into my spiritual life and be a charitable person. I want to be fit and healthy, and present for my wife and kids. I want to be the dad who never misses a game or recital, who can put his phone away and focus on what’s right in front of him.”

Cone starts each day with a morning ritual. He wakes early, drinks a full glass of water, does 15 breath reps, stretches and says affirmations. From 7 a.m. to 10:30 a.m. he plans out his entire day and tackles his most daunting tasks. He likes to schedule at least an hour of alone time every week, whether taking a long “God walk” at sunrise or going to hit golf balls.

“None of my best thoughts have happened when I’m around other people,” said Cone. “It’s good for me to have that quiet time to set my intention and meditate on my goals.”

It’s been 18 years and Cone still receives coaching from Newberry. They speak bi-weekly and communicate through e-mail and text frequently. They meet for a full day once a quarter, along with a group of other entrepreneurs like Cone.

“Not all my clients are as disciplined as Ryan,” said Newberry. “While it takes some a while to implement my principles, Ryan calls within 12 hours with follow-up questions. Balance can be so hard for a business owner to attain. It’s easy to become a workaholic, or to abandon your health, your marriage, your faith. But Ryan sets goals in every area of his life and implements them.”

Cone has been married to his wife, Stephanie, since 2005 and they share two daughters, Aubrey, 8, and Madelyn, 6. He often writes affirmations on Post-Its for his daughters and puts them on their mirrors. He created a nighttime ritual with the girls that he calls “Maker, Mission & Mate,” something he picked up in a parenting seminar years ago.

“My girls know who their maker is, they have a mission in life, and I encourage them to pick a good mate in their future,” said Cone.

Cone also upholds a “Good Husband List,” which consists of date nights, affirmations, gifts of service, and “etched memories,” where, every six months, he creates a special experience for his family, which is most often a trip.

Though Cone leads a good life, he is no stranger to challenges. He has dealt with a health issue, and, like many, his business came to a halt at the beginning of the pandemic.

“Storms are going to happen, it’s inevitable,” said Cone. “It natural to focus on the negative, but if you have a safety net with affirmations and goal setting, if you have faith in a higher power and can be transparent with your emotions, the storms are easier to weather. Anxiety happens to everyone, but a plan for the valleys helps us climb the mountains.”

Cone sets goals as far out as 30 years from now. The ritual of goal setting keeps him focused on living the life he contemplated at his father’s bedside years ago.

“I may not be Arthur Blank, but in my sphere of influence, I want to help change others for the better,” said Cone. “Success in business is great, but I want to be known for honesty, charity and good character. I want to be a nice person, a good father, a good husband. I will be grateful for each day and chase my wildest dreams. I know my dad would be proud.”

Young Philanthropists

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

What breaks your heart? What makes your heart happy? That’s how it all begins at Kids Boost, a nonprofit where kids are empowered to use their passions for good. The answers to those questions serve as a launching pad for young philanthropists, ages 8 to 14, guiding them to organize and lead a fundraiser for a cause that matters to them.

Kids Boost executive director, Kristen Williams, worked for 15 years as a child life specialist at Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta. Around 2012, Williams met a kid named Jared, a former Children’s patient, who wanted to give back to the hospital, but was unsure of what to do.

“He didn’t want to just collect things, he wanted to do something bigger,” said Williams, 42. “He’d suffered a severe arm injury years before and part of his therapy was rock climbing. We met and I tried to help him find a way to fundraise through something he loved, and that’s just what he did. He created Jared’s Climb for Kids. Stone Summit donated the time for him to climb and friends and family pledged donations for every wall he climbed. He raised $2,500.”

Williams’ lightbulb moment occurred at Jared’s check presentation.

“I saw this kid who’d been through so much, beaming with pride,” said Williams. “Wouldn’t it be awesome, I thought, if every kid had the opportunity to use what they love to help a cause that’s important to them? As a mother of a son, I knew I wanted to raise my child to be philanthropic. I wanted it for all children, really. I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. It’s like my soul was on fire.”

Williams dreamed about starting Kids Boost for about two years before taking the plunge at the end of 2014 when she attained her 501c3 non-profit status. She continued to work at Children’s Healthcare as able on weekends and poured herself into Kids Boost, which was especially difficult as a single mother.

“I joke that we’ve lived off peanut butter and a prayer,” said Williams, whose son, Parker, is 14. “No one gets into the nonprofit world for money, that’s for sure. There are no benefits and it’s so much work. But it’s also the most rewarding risk of my life.”

When a kid decides to take on a Kids Boost project, they meet with Williams or one of the two other coaches, they’re given a $100 start-up fund, and a fundraising plan is created. The kids learn many business skills, like money management, marketing, even the importance of a thank you note. Their first “no” is celebrated with a gift card to Dunkin Donuts.

“We practice their pitch and prepare them to hear the word no,” said Williams. “We tell them it’s not fun to hear, but you have to keep going, keep knocking and you’ll get that yes.”

The average project spans about three months. The average funds raised is $1,800. Recently, a booster raised over $27,000. To date, 204 kids have completed a Kids Boost project and raised $367,000 and growing. Kids Boost has supported 113 nonprofit organizations around the world.

“It is my hope that kids will catch the bug and become lifelong philanthropists,” said Williams. “I’d love to see Kids Boost chapters open across the nation. I’d love for signing up to run a Kids Boost project to be as common as signing up for piano lessons or soccer. There is great emphasis on sports and academics, rightly so, but what are we doing to teach our kids to be good people?”

Thalia Fung-a-wing, now 12, was 11 when she asked her parents if she could do a Kids Boost project.

“She wanted to fundraise for the End It Movement, which raises awareness for human slavery and trafficking,” said Gabrielle Fung-a-wing, Thalia’s mother. “She learned about the organization through our church, Passion City Church. As a parent, you want to shield your children from those topics for a while. I wasn’t ready to have some of the conversations necessary when she came to me about human trafficking, but she’s very mature for her age and this opportunity allowed me the chance to have a really open, honest conversation about what’s happening all around us and what we can do to help.”

Thalia’s project was set to run in the spring of 2020, but COVID made conventional plans a challenge. Since Thalia is a big fan of cooking, she and her Kids Boost coach decided she could create her own cooking show on YouTube. Viewers were granted access to the protected site by making a donation to the End It Movement. In the end, Thalia raised $1,370.

“It felt so good to hand over the check,” said Thalia, her inflection punctuated by squeals of enthusiasm. “It made me so emotional, and I was, like, trying not to cry because I had worked really hard. I was just so happy I got to do my part to make the world a little bit better.”

Saint Imelda

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

When her brown eyes meet those of someone in need, a Bible verse echoes in her thoughts.

“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me.” — Matthew 25:35

“Is this you God, I wonder, is this you asking for my help,” explained Imelda Solano. “I ask and think, who am I to say no?”

Solano, 48, grew up in the Catholic schools of Lima, Peru. The motto “servian,” which means “to serve,” is a mentality woven deeply into her being, as inherent as her blood type or bone structure. She sees herself as a servant — a happy, determined one.

Solano, of Brookhaven, has worked for the Archdiocese of Atlanta for 14 years, first as the Hispanic ministry coordinator at the Cathedral of Christ the King, then in the Office of Life, Dignity and Justice. Aside from her altruistic work duties, she volunteers countless hours a week with Saint Vincent de Paul Society, an international volunteer organization in the Catholic Church, as well as Christmas Connections: Adopt-A-Family, and the Compassion Kitchen Project. She is a consummate connector, linking those in need to those who can provide. People seek “the lady at the church,” her reputation a testament to goodness, her assistance like gold. Those who bear witness to her selflessness consider her more saint than servant.

“Saint Imelda, that is what we call her,” said Isabel Rice, co-founder of the Compassion Kitchen Project. “I’ve known her 15 years and she’s never wavered. She has a heart for service with a boots-on-the-ground approach. She’s under bridges, on the side of the road, she listens to every story from veterans, the homeless, single moms. She believes in the dignity of life and offers people hope, respect, and joy.”

When the Compassion Kitchen Project launched at the height of the pandemic, Rice called her friend Solano to see if she could help link restaurants to those who are food insecure. Solano responded immediately, establishing more than half the distribution locations, from a trailer park in Jonesboro, to the Basilica downtown. She personally distributes meals every Tuesday and Thursday. When Christmas Connections: Adopt-A-Family began 14 years ago, they provided gifts for 75 families. The program now serves over 550 families, in great thanks, Rice said, to Solano.

“Imelda was also the one who brought vaccination sites to the local Hispanic community,” said Rice. “She organized a COVID vaccine clinic at the Christ the King Mission on Buford Highway. She scheduled all the dates, had a translator on hand to educate people and answer questions. Imelda even speaks to and trains other volunteers, down to the nuances of how to interact with vulnerable people. She is amazing.”

Solano is passionate about the Hispanic community.

“I am an immigrant,” said Solano. “I know how it feels to be by yourself in a new country, nowhere to turn. My prayer is that if someone seeks help, I can be the one to provide it.”

Though her entire biological family still lives in Peru, Solano has found an extended family in those she serves. She’s been invited to first communions, baby showers, and baptisms.

“Oh, she is my sister,” said Alejandra Gutierrez. “When my parents needed immigration lawyers, she found one. If we are ever short on paying a bill, she finds the money. If we are sick, she brings us food. For Thanksgiving, she calls to be sure we have enough food and that my children have all they need – for 15 years now. Whenever I thank her, she stops me, tells me not to even think about it because we are family. She is a blessing. I think God has a plan for everybody. I’m so thankful he made her part of ours.”

Solano’s phone number has been passed like warm dinner rolls through the Hispanic community. She answers her phone at all hours from the Brookhaven apartment she shares with her two rescue dogs. She has changed her phone number twice due to incessant calls, but still leaves her ringer on each night. She does not complain about exhaustion, she is not easily overwhelmed. She champions others’ challenges until she finds a resolution.

Years ago, a woman arrived from Mexico and approached Solano for help in finding her son. The last the woman knew, he was living in Atlanta, then moved to Los Angeles. The woman could not speak English, nor could she read or write. Solano was determined to help her. After months of work, Solano discovered the woman’s son had been homeless in L.A. and passed away.

“It was terrible news, but I gave her closure. She returned to Mexico, her mission was complete,” said Solano, emotion trembling in her soft voice. “I kept thinking about my mother, hoping someone would do the same for me. I had to help for the sake of all mothers.”

When Christmas comes, Solano will be sure to phone her mother in Lima, she’ll spend time with her local “family” and friends, maybe cook, go to a movie, read. And, of course, she’ll be at the church, where everyone knows they can find her, Saint Imelda.

Teen Creates Lacrosse Experiences for Special Needs Children

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

The Wolfpack stands roared and eyes brimmed with tears Oct. 3 – the day Max Howey, a 6-year-old boy with Down syndrome, scored his first ever lacrosse goal. It was one of many hallmark moments dreamt up and orchestrated this season by 13-year-old lacrosse player, Grayson Carvel.

“It all started over the summer with my coach for my travel team,” said Grayson, of Acworth, who plays for North Paulding Wolfpack in spring and fall and Crossfire during the summer. “Coach wore initials on his helmet to represent and honor his grandfather and that inspired me. I wondered who I could play for. A couple months later I was thinking about people who can’t play lacrosse because of disabilities. That’s when I started to volunteer with Trailblazers.”

Paulding County Trailblazers is an organization that offers athletic programs for individuals with special needs. When Grayson finished his lacrosse practices, he headed over to Trailblazers to help with soccer practice.

“There’s one kid who is non-verbal, autistic and epileptic,” said Anthony Carvel, Grayson’s father. “His dad told us his son didn’t interact with people much, then I see him holding Grayson’s hand, running around the field. It chokes you up as a parent. These days, when so many kids are focused on appearances and social media, Gray is thinking about making all kids feel included. His mom and I are proud, to say the least.”

Grayson’s volunteer time with Trailblazers answered the question he’d been asking himself. He knew who he wanted to play for, whose initials he wanted on his helmet: those of special needs kids. His big idea for Giving with LAX hatched.

“I decided I’d honor a different special needs kid in the community each week,” Grayson explained. “I’d wear their initials on my helmet to honor and recognize them and make them feel like part of the team. I’d invite them to watch practice and even participate in a game.”

Four kids were honored during Grayson’s fall season and all of them, as well as their parents, were thrilled by the invitation.

Max Howey’s older brother, Watson, plays on the same teams as Grayson. Max loves people and loves to attend the lacrosse games but keeping the gleeful little guy off the field can be a big task.

“When Grayson reached out about Giving with LAX, we knew Max would love it because he’s always trying to get on the field anyway,” said Max’s dad, Dustin Howey, with a laugh. “My wife, Rene, and I were all for it and so impressed by Grayson. He has a heart for people with special needs, he truly wants to be involved and help. It’s amazing to me that someone his age would have the thought and heart to do something like that.”

Grayson’s intentions toward his honorary players were infectious. Soon his teammates were donning initials on their helmets and taking time to interact with the players of the week. They’d take team pictures together, post them on social media, and Giving with LAX even garnered the attention of a lacrosse equipment manufacturer, East Coast Dyes, who sent custom lacrosse sticks. Professional lacrosse teams, including Georgia SWARM, also follow Giving with LAX on social media.

“Our community has been so into this and I’m so glad,” said Grayson. “I want to continue growing season to season. My goal is to spread awareness about inclusion for all these kids and I just want to put smiles on their faces.”

Anthony says he and his wife are excited to see where Grayson takes Giving with LAX, and they’re happy to help him get there. They are currently working to get established as an official 501(c)(3), so Grayson can think of more ways to enhance the kids’ lacrosse experiences and create long-lasting memories, just as he did for this season’s players.

When Max had his turn to take the field, his father stood on the sideline and watched his youngest son charge the goal. The Wolfpack players made a show of pretending to block Max, but took fake falls, allowing Max to burst through. When the blond little boy, outfitted in a Wolfpack helmet and jersey, approached the goal, he launched the ball from his stick and, as if in slow motion, watched as it rolled over the line. The team swarmed around him, cheered, and slapped high fives as Max raised his stick in the air and yelled, “Woo hoo!”

“It was emotional watching Max out on that field,” said Dustin. “While we want him to have the same experiences as other kids, we know he’s not like them and that’s OK. Still, it’s special for us to see him be included. We greatly appreciate Grayson for giving Max that moment.”

After his big game Max, who is partially verbal, looked at Dustin and said three words that affirmed the bright smile on his face.

“Daddy, I’m happy.”

Jackson Warren Honors His Father, a Fallen Soldier

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Jackson Warren is the spitting image of his father, Army Sgt. 1st Class Charles Warren, who was killed in Iraq in 2005. The resemblance is especially undeniable when Jackson strums a guitar.

Charles was deployed in May 2005 and killed that August when a car detonated at a checkpoint. Many soldiers were killed instantly. Charles was injured severely but was conscious for a while. He knew help was coming and he asked about the well-being of his fellow soldiers. He also spoke of how he’d never see his daughter, just 1 month old at the time, and he prayed. Charles lost consciousness in the helicopter and could not be revived.

Jackson, now 18, was just 22 months old when he lost his father, too young to remember him. He has relied on family and friends to tell him stories about his dad over the years. He’s learned his father was kind, funny, musical, and he especially loved to sit around and casually play his guitar. Jackson was in the first grade when he began begging his mother, Carol Warren, for guitar lessons.

“I caved when he was in the second grade,” said Carol. “He wanted to play because his dad played. I wondered if he was too young for lessons, but how could I say no? I work to be mom and dad to Jackson and his sister, Maddie, but I always want to make sure Charles still has his place in this family and that the kids know him in the best way I can provide. For Jackson, music was the perfect way.”

Carol registered Jackson for lessons at Music Authority in Cumming, where Jackson began weekly lessons for 30 minutes at a time.

“Learning how to play guitar at 8 years old was hard, but I stuck with it,” said Jackson. “Mom made me practice for 30 minutes a day and I think I began to find my groove by age 9. Music instantly makes me happier, and it makes me feel closer to my dad.”

Jackson owns about eight guitars, but he plays his dad’s honey-hued acoustic guitar at home all the time.

“I gave Charles that guitar for Christmas in 2003,” said Carol. “It was a really expensive purchase for us at the time, but he wanted it so badly. He was self-taught and he loved to play it. It was a Takamine guitar. I didn’t know anything about the brand back then, but now I know all about all kinds of guitars because of Jackson.”

Jackson, a senior at Lambert High School in Suwanee, now plays bass, guitar, and piano. Most of his free time is dedicated to music. He’s in the jazz band at school and he still goes to Music Authority, where he takes three lessons a week. It’s also where he works and where he performs with his student band, Eclipse.

Music Authority opened in 2002 and has been owned by Andrew and Melissa Loggins, since 2004. They define it as a music destination that offers performances, lessons and repairs. They teach 600 students a week and host two to six shows a month, all student-based productions. Their students range from age 4 to senior citizens in their 80s. Melissa has been Jackson’s instructor for a decade and has come to know him and his passion for music very well.

“A couple years ago Jackson performed in a show we produced called ‘Gone,’” said Melissa. “It was a show about people who inspire us, who aren’t here anymore. Jackson spoke about his dad.

He’s talked about his dad publicly many times over the years, at his schools and Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta. It’s obvious that representing his dad is important to Jackson.”

Jackson honored his father at Music Authority’s Fall Festival on Oct. 16, a performance benefiting Any Soldier, a nonprofit that sends care packages to the military.

Jackson’s younger sister, Maddie, 16, also takes music lessons at Music Authority. Their mom said she loves that her home is filled with music. She knows it would make Charles smile.

“I greatly enjoy watching them play,” said Carol. “Jackson has always been a shier kid, but music brought his personality out and made him more outgoing. He lights up a stage and I know when he’s up there that he feels so connected to his dad. I think about that as I watch and I can imagine Charles, watching over him. I know he’s so proud.”

Mothers Bond Over Tragedy

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

They were strangers just weeks ago, but now Jennifer Stanford and Kristen O’Brien are dear friends, bonded by trauma. Their homes are hundreds of miles apart, but, for now, they reside in the same place: Shepherd Center in Atlanta. Both women had their nightmares realized recently when their sons, their firstborns, were in horrific accidents, leaving them paralyzed.

It was 2 a.m. on Aug. 7 when Kristen and her husband Tim received a call at their Lexington, KY home. Their 21-year-old son Britt, who had traveled to Atlanta with friends, mistakenly dove into the shallow end of a pool and broke his neck. Desperate to get to their boy, who had been airlifted to Grady Memorial Hospital, the terrified parents chose to travel separately for fear of traffic jams and flight delays. Tim drove to Atlanta while Kristen flew.

“I arrived first to find Britt alert, smiling as always, seeming as though nothing was wrong – except he couldn’t move,” said Kristen.

Britt plays lacrosse at Centre College back home in Kentucky. He’s 6 feet 3 inches tall with a big personality to match. Doctors told Britt’s parents that his summer of intense workouts may very well have saved him.

“He nearly drowned in his accident, and he developed pneumonia after,” said Kristen. “He broke his C5 vertebrae. The prognosis in the ER was bleak. They gave Britt a 3 to 7 percent chance of moving anything beneath his shoulders again.”

After a surgery and weeklong stay at Grady, Britt was transferred to Shepherd. The O’Briens were grateful, as Shepherd is ranked in the top 10 rehabilitation centers in the United States, specializing in, among other things, spinal cord injuries.

Two weeks after Britt’s accident, on Aug. 21 in Chapin, S.C., Julian Stanford, 17, headed home after his shift at Higher Ground, a restaurant where he has worked for over a year. It is the perfect gig for a boy like him, who loves meeting new people and is known for his kind disposition. His mom, Jennifer, was tracking Julian’s drive on her phone via the Life360 app when suddenly, just a mile from home, Julian’s car stopped. She gave the app a chance to refresh, then tried Julian on his cell phone. When he didn’t answer, she grabbed her keys. She opened the garage door and heard sirens. She knew.

“I arrived at the same time as the ambulance,” said Jennifer. “The fire and police departments were already there. I ran to a lady, a police officer, and saw Julian’s car in the ditch. I begged the lady to let me go to him. I told her I’m a nurse, told her maybe I could help. She wouldn’t let me. I held on to her and cried uncontrollably. I was in my pajamas and rain was pouring down.”

It took an hour to remove Julian from his vehicle. He was conscious the entire time. The EMT’s allowed Jennifer to ride in the ambulance with him. Julian was alert and talking, but unable to move. The doctors shook their heads after his MRI and CT scan, telling Jennifer and husband Chris that Julian’s is what they call a complete injury at the C4 and C5 vertebrae. They said he will never walk again.

Julian had immediate surgery at Prisma Health Richland Hospital in Columbia, S.C., to repair his vertebrae and relieve compression. He was transferred to Shepherd 10 days later.

By this time, Britt had been moved from Room 403 in the ICU to a regular room down the hall.

“One of Britt’s doctors, Dr. Elmers, came into our room one afternoon and asked if I could return to Room 403 when I had time,” said Kristen. “She said there was a mom there who was struggling. She asked if I would give her a hug.”

Kristen took the familiar steps down the long, quiet hall and found Jennifer in Room 403. Within minutes, their eyes were glassy with tears, their arms wrapped around each other.

“That was it,” said Kristen. “We had an immediate connection. Just like that we had someone who knew exactly what we were going through and understood the severity of the situation.”

Though family and friends of both Britt and Julian have been amazingly supportive, this, the mothers say, has been a lonely, isolating experience. They both have husbands and other children at home, states away. COVID-19 restrictions allow for just one parent to stay with each patient. Leaving the hospital is not permitted for the parents, except for special circumstances. They sleep in the room with their boys and guests are only permitted outside at a gate that runs along a noisy stretch of Peachtree Road.


“Shepherd is an amazing place, and they do all they can to facilitate visitation, but it’s hard not to feel like a prisoner under these circumstances,” said Jennifer. “I’m so thankful to have Kristen. She knows what to say, she knows what I’m going through, and vice versa. It is so hard to go through the worst time of your life and be deprived of human connection. Thank God I can hug Kristen.”

Julian and Britt have become friends and are able to visit one another’s rooms occasionally. They both have tentative discharge dates. Julian’s is in November, Britt’s December.

They have been told healing from a spinal cord injury is like watching a slug cross the street. Both boys have had small victories and the mothers pray many more lay ahead.

“For many of us here at Shepherd, hope is all we have,” said Jennifer. “Everyone here has a story like ours. One event that changed their life in a second.”

Sometimes in the evenings, Jennifer and Kristen step away from their sons for a moment to sit together in the lush confines of Shepherd’s Secret Garden. They share what’s on their minds, words of support, and hope. Sometimes they drift into a peaceful silence, so honest and comfortable, as if they’ve shared not mere weeks, but years.

Harts of Teal

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Kim Airhart sat in the waiting room, knowing bad news loomed as she read the words on the wall over and over: “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God.” John 14:1. It’s been more than 18 months since her fight with ovarian cancer began and that’s still the verse she clings to.

As the mother of five young children, Airhart wondered if her symptoms could mean she was pregnant. She was bloated, constipated, needed to urinate frequently, and felt unusually tired. When the pregnancy test was negative and the symptoms persisted, she followed her gut and went to the doctor.

“He said I had cancer of ovarian origin, then he listed off the places it had spread,” said Kim. “I looked over at Chris and he just closed his eyes. We cried and on the drive home Chris said he couldn’t lose me. We talked about the kids, how I couldn’t leave them.”

Kim received the diagnosis on a Thursday in February 2020 and began treatment the following Friday. She was 41 years old, living in Madison, Mississippi. Kim and her husband Chris quickly decided to move back to Georgia to be near family. They were Fayetteville residents by April.

Andrea Sisler, of Senoia, was also diagnosed with ovarian cancer in February 2020. When she shared this with her daughter’s orthodontist, Brian Bragassa, he asked if he could introduce her to his sister: Kim Airhart.

The women became quick confidantes, sharing in their emotions, trials and hope. They both underwent what’s hailed as the “mother of all surgeries,” hyperthermic intraperitoneal chemotherapy, or HIPEC. The procedure calls for a long incision, from chest to low abdomen. Visible tumors are removed one by one, then a hot chemotherapy bath is poured into the abdomen. The incision is stitched up, the body is shaken for an hour and a half, then the incision is reopened, and the abdomen is rinsed with saline before being stitched up again. Patients respond differently, but both Sisler and Kim fared well.

Both women were declared cancer free around September 2020, but with the threat of a high recurrence rate, they remain cautious and vigilant. They are also motivated to help other women.

“I kept having this nagging feeling to do a fundraiser,” said Kim. “I thought about a color run and people were so receptive. It wasn’t my plan to have a nonprofit, but I felt like God was, and still is, leading me.”

Kim told Sisler about her idea for a nonprofit and the two became a team. Education and faith are the benchmarks of their mission.

“Ovarian cancer is a beast,” said Sisler, 57, a mother of four who is also a breast cancer survivor. “So many women have no awareness of ovarian cancer. I’m a registered nurse and I didn’t even know the signs and symptoms. This cancer is so hard on your body and spiritually, it just requires you to dig deep. I don’t know how people do things such as this if they don’t have faith. What got me through is knowing there’s always hope in Jesus and I’m going to be OK no matter the outcome. This is the message we want to share with other women.”

Kim named the nonprofit Harts of Teal: “harts” for her last name, Airhart, and teal is the color of the ovarian cancer ribbon. There’s also a butterfly that looks like a semicolon, signifying that their story is not over.

The foundation hosted their first event, the Harts of Teal 5k and 1 Mile Color Run, July 10 in Peachtree City. There were 566 registrants and more than $70,000 was donated to raise awareness of ovarian cancer and fund early detection research.

“My goal was one thousand dollars; I didn’t know what to expect,” said Kim. “I’m just so grateful and so encouraged to keep going. Harts of Teal has helped me reclaim my life. It catapulted me out of a terrible mental space and pushed me to get back out, meet people, help people. There’s so much information women need to know. There’s a blood test, the CA125, that could detect ovarian cancer earlier. Most women don’t know that. And the symptoms can be so subtle that women may dismiss them or think they’re too young for ovarian cancer. They have to know that’s not true. We have to tell them.”

Chris has been shoulder-to-shoulder with Kim throughout her battle and says Harts of Teal has given her a new lease on life.

“She’s gone from not knowing if she’d make it and worrying, to being very concerned with other women and their stories,” said Chris. “When it clicked in her head that she could help and educate other women, she turned a corner. I couldn’t be prouder. This is not a simple feat. She puts the kids to bed, then stays up late stuffing thank-you envelopes to donors. We can’t even go for a walk, or a golf cart ride without her handing a woman a symptom card.

“She has a strong will to survive, to help others, and to see her kids grow up. That’s what will keep her going.”

Special Kneads

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

They were challenged to raise $100,000 in six months and it looks like they just might pull it off.

Tempa and Michael Kohler are the owners of Special Kneads and Treats, a nonprofit bakery in Lawrenceville that employs only special needs individuals. This spring, at their Third Annual Gala-Q event, one of their benefactors, Clyde Strickland, stood and announced that if the Kohlers could raise $100,000 by Sept. 20, he would match those funds to help them pay off the bakery’s mortgage.

“We love what they do to help people, the way they love on them, create jobs for them. They are an inspiration,” said Strickland, 82, the CEO of Metro Waterproofing. “I don’t doubt they’ll meet their goal, as God always meets his goal. All we have to do is challenge the people who love him.”

As of Aug. 7, the Kohlers had raised $85,293.29. They’ve received donations online, in the bakery, and through their eBay store.

“Having this money to pay off our mortgage will free up over $2,000 every month,” said Tempa Kohler, 53. “We have a 12,000-square-foot building, but only utilize 6,000 square feet. We could work toward renovating the rest of our building, opening more storefronts, and hiring more employees.

They currently have 28 employees and 219 on the waiting list, some of whom have been waiting almost five years. The mission of Special Kneads and Treats is to empower special needs adults to find meaningful, gainful employment.

“They aren’t just volunteering. That wouldn’t fix the problem,” said Tempa. “We aren’t a training program. We don’t want them to learn something, then go back to the sofa.

There aren’t enough employers hiring special needs adults and we want to change that. Employers don’t understand how awesome these individuals are. They come to work every day, they love what they do, they’re eager to learn, happy, friendly – who wouldn’t want that in every employee? We have yet to find someone we cannot find a position for. We have nonverbal individuals, wheelchair-bound employees. They all take on a task and thrive.”

The idea for Special Kneads and Treats was born from the Kohlers’ desire to find a place where their son, Bradley, 31, could work. Bradley has Fragile X Syndrome, a genetic condition that causes mild to severe impairment.

“Bradley played in a special-needs baseball program for years and we knew he’d age out when he turned 22,” said Tempa. “We and the other parents wondered what our kids would do, where they’d go. I’d always loved decorating cakes as a hobby, so I told everyone I’d open a bakery where our kids would work. We didn’t have any money, no clue how to launch a nonprofit, but we thought ‘God, if this is truly something you want us to do, we know you’ll make it happen.’”

After a series of what the Kohlers believe were divine interventions, they opened their 501(c)(3) bakery on Jan. 24, 2014.

They worked 90 to100 hour weeks for the first six months, reduced that to 80 hours by the year mark, and happily keep a more balanced schedule these days. Bradley works three full days a week and likes to consider himself upper management, joked Tempa. He’s good at taking instruction, but he loves to find jobs for others, too.

“All our employees gain confidence, social skills, and friendships,” said Tempa.

An employee of five years, Ian Pearce, who has high-functioning Autism, confirms.

“This is my first job I’ve ever had,” said Pearce, 23. “It really helps me build myself up as a person, because when I started, I was very shy and introverted, and didn’t talk to people much. I am still introverted, but not as shy. I talk to my co-workers a lot; I’m outgoing with customers and this job has also helped me become a leader. I help some of the other employees with their tasks, like taking out trash and I teach them the ins and out of working the front of the shop. I also make cupcakes, icing and choccorn, which is white chocolate-covered puff corn, one of our most popular items.”

The bakery offers 26 cupcake flavors daily. They also sell vegan, gluten-free, sugar-free, and all-free items. Tempa trains the employees to decorate and some, like siblings Cody and Courtney Southerland, have found they have a strong knack for the task.

“They can decorate really well on their own and they have both grown so much socially,” said Tempa. “What a difference it makes to give someone a sense of meaning, somewhere to go and have responsibility. It’s like we say: “everyone kneads to be kneaded.’”

With just weeks to go to their challenge deadline, just weeks until they can make big dreams a reality, the Kohlers have full faith that God will continue to make big things happen for their little bakery that could.

Nursing Home Angel, Sandi Thurber

Originally Published by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

She never imagined it would last so long. Then again, who did? When Sandi Thurber closed the nursing home doors in early March 2020 amid the coronavirus pandemic, she told herself they would only be shut a couple of weeks. Now, a year later and the doors reopened, tears soak the blue medical mask on her face when she stills herself to reflect on all that has happened, all that’s been lost. Thurber prefers to keep moving, to stay focused on the beloved elderly residents who need her. This year has proven she needs them just as much.

‘This is my calling’

Every morning during her drive to work, Thurber prays.

“I ask the Lord to use me to help others,” she said. “And when I arrive, there they are, our residents, waiting for me. They’re why I’m here. This is my calling.”

Thurber, 61, has spent her entire professional career in nursing homes. As the social service director at Northside Gwinnett Extended Care Center for the past 15 years, she is the front-line employee for residents and their families. If there is an issue to resolve, a question to answer, it is Thurber they turn to. She had always considered her job busy and engaging — then a worldwide pandemic hit, redefining “busy and engaging.”

“Over the years, we have had other illnesses, like the flu or a stomach bug, go through and we’ve limited visitation, so we figured we were in for something similar,” Thurber said. “But then the call came from administration, telling us we had to close our doors immediately and get the families out. Nothing like that had ever happened. We had to go room to room and ask families to gather their things and say goodbye to their loved ones. We escorted them out and locked the doors. It was awful, so, so awful.”

Though NGECC temporarily stopped accepting rehabilitation patients, they were still caring for many at the beginning of the pandemic. Rehab patients are usually sent over from hospitals and typically stay for limited stints to regain strength and skills before returning to their homes. Because they were not as established as the long-term residents, not as familiar with the staff, these individuals and their families struggled greatly with quarantine protocol.

“One lady in particular would come knocking at the door,” said Thurber. “Her husband was in rehab and had dementia. She’d beg me to let her in, telling me they had never been apart, and their hearts were breaking from the separation. She came multiple times. One day she cried ‘you don’t know what it’s like.’ I couldn’t help myself from crying when I told her that yes, I did know what it was like. I had not seen my family either. The woman apologized, said she would be patient, and asked that I please do my best to get her husband home to her.”

Thurber’s small frame shudders, her head shakes side to side as she recalls a handful of disgruntled people who never considered what quarantine must have been like for the NGECC employees. They were struggling, too. And they were sacrificing time with their families to care for others’ loved ones.

Sacrifices made to stay healthy

Thurber is the mother of two girls, Megan and Amy, and the grandmother of a hazel-eyed brunette named Evelyn, age 3, a girl who affectionately refers to Thurber as Didi.

Megan Wiggley, Thurber’s older daughter, describes Thurber as the consummate mother. Always the room mom and team mom, she’s selfless, talkative, she loves to spoil others and lift their spirits. She always does the right thing and, Wiggley said, her mother shines in chaotic moments. She is the calm in a storm, a beacon of strength for her family.

“That stretch from the beginning of quarantine until summer is the longest we’ve ever gone without seeing each other,” said Wiggley.

When Evelyn turned 2 in March 2020, the family had a big birthday planned, but soon realized they couldn’t get together.

”We went from seeing each other often, to settling for FaceTime calls, and birthday gifts and Easter baskets sent through the mail. Mom could not take any risks and, though it was awful, we understood. She was protecting herself so that she could continue protecting and serving the vulnerable people at work. They depend on her and she takes her responsibility to them seriously.”

The stress of staying healthy overwhelmed Thurber.

“I was so scared of getting COVID,” she said. “I didn’t want it for me or my family, and I didn’t want to be forced away from work for two weeks, unable to check on my residents. I love my time with them. God put me here to take care of them and I give this job all I have. ... So, for the majority of the past year, I have had limited contact with my family, no get-togethers with friends, no restaurants, no church. It was work and home.”

Thurber resides alone in a ranch-style house in Grayson. It’s a cozy refuge, decorated in blues and pale turquoise, colors that soothe Thurber. She loves her back patio, where she often sits after work, decompressing as she watches birds flitter around the feeder in her backyard, tucked in by wild green growth. For years, she would head to the park after work to run a few miles, but that habit ended when quarantine began. She no longer had the energy. Her new routine is simple and quiet, punctuated by a 6:30 p.m. FaceTime call each evening with Evelyn. Thurber’s voice breaks as she describes those calls, her sweet granddaughter’s face on the screen, where they read, sing and giggle together.

“I need that daily connection to my family so desperately,” said Thurber. “Even if for just a minute, it means so much. My daughter Amy will call on her drives home from work, too. We catch up, we share, we support each other. We need that.”

In June 2020, Thurber finally reunited with her family face-to-face. Little Evelyn may have been more excited than anyone.

“Evelyn always watches for her out the window,” said Wiggley. “That day, when she saw mom’s car coming, she ran out to the driveway to greet her. ... I’d felt so bad for Evelyn because everyone just disappeared one day. She loves her Didi, she’s probably her favorite, and she had disappeared the longest. Happy as I was to see mom, I was even happier to see her holding my little girl again.”

‘Just like family’

As the number of positive COVID cases declined, the rehab patients at NGECC were sent home and, for months, 100% of the facility’s focus shifted to the long-term care residents.

“We concentrated on keeping the residents at their highest level of emotional, spiritual and psychological health,” said Thurber. “We cleared out bushes and replaced them with chairs and benches to better facilitate window visits. We quickly learned that a window is great, but more than half of the residents do not have cellphones. My personal phone has now been used by just about every patient. It enhances visits so much when they can talk and see one another.”

For many, the past year marked their first holidays celebrated without family. The staff made great effort to keep morale high. They dressed in costumes and paraded down the halls for Halloween. At Christmastime, they caroled from room to room with a boombox, and Santa Claus made a surprise visit at the big window by the day room. Thurber worked every holiday. She took pictures of the residents enjoying Thanksgiving lunch, and pictures of their smiling faces topped with Santa hats. She shared the photos with the residents’ loved ones. It was the best gift she could offer.

The residents struggled to understand why their families could not come inside, why they had to wear masks all day, why their activities ceased, and why they no longer ate together in the dining room.

“It was all so heavy,” Thurber said. “Some residents got mad and thought we were mean to keep them from their families. Some would sit at the window and cry. Sometimes we’d sit and cry with them.”

Before the pandemic, nothing kept Tony Perrigan from visiting his mother, Cledith Perrigan. He moved her to Georgia from their native Tennessee years ago so he could oversee her care. Cledith Perrigan raised him as a single mom, and, according to him, anything good that can be said of him is a credit to her. Cledith Perrigan is 92 and has been a resident of NGECC for nearly four years. Wheelchair bound, she suffers from COPD, diabetes and congestive heart failure. She has defied a couple of close calls and, though her health has continuously declined, she is a joyful person, a big hugger, often dressed in her favorite hues of purple or red. Tony Perrigan, who shares the same brilliant blue eyes as his mom, has had great concern about her isolation over the past year.

“I was accustomed to visiting her every other day, sometimes more,” he said. “I’d take her out to the garden, and we’d sit and talk. She participated in activities and had her best friend Miss Ann next door, but Miss Ann passed right before the pandemic began. Then all activities came to a stop and I couldn’t visit her. She needed to see us, and it hurt her health greatly when she couldn’t.”

Tony Perrigan knew NGECC made the right move by closing the doors to visitors, but he never expected a year to pass before he could wrap his arms around his mother again. He stayed in continuous communication with Thurber and expressed his frustration to her more than once.

The facility restarted outdoor visits last summer, but just six weeks into those visits, a staff member tested positive for COVID-19 and visitations stopped, Thurber said.

“That was one of my absolute worst days. I cried during my calls to families, devastated to disappoint them after they’d finally been able to reconnect. We were back inside, doors locked,” she said.

Tony Perrigan has always held Thurber in high regard, even more so throughout the pandemic. Her dedication and genuine care for the residents is unmatched, he said.

He recently asked Thurber to be by his side when he had to share terrible news with his mother. Her youngest brother has terminal cancer.

“I wanted Sandi there to help comfort my mom and she never hesitated. She was there, just like family,” he said.

Cathy Holcombe, whose father, John Dean, was a resident at NGECC for 12 years, can’t imagine what the past year would have been like without Thurber.

“I don’t know how Sandi balances all those patients and family members, but she’s always on top of everything,” said Holcombe. “It helped so much to know that dad was in her care, especially when I couldn’t be there.”

Before the pandemic, Holcombe would pick her father up and take him for drives around Duluth, where he spent his childhood. Dean had Alzheimer’s and struggled with the past and present. His family farm no longer exists, but he loved to go for drives to see what remains and talk of days gone by. Holcombe would take him to Walmart to shop, then they would warm a restaurant booth and share a meal before Dean had to return to NGECC. When those outings stopped last spring, Dean’s medical issues worsened. By summer, Holcombe could tell by her father’s gruff, country voice that he was weakening.

“In August, Sandi called to say his medications were not helping and they had to send him to the hospital,” said Holcombe.

Doctors informed Holcombe that her father did not have much time to live. He was placed in a hospice facility on a Monday and died that Friday.

‘These are my people’

At the height of the pandemic, NGECC transformed a secluded hallway into a COVID wing, secured with temporary walls and doors. As of May 2021, they have not used any of the four rooms on the hall for COVID patients, as none of their residents have tested positive. Employees are tested twice a week and residents are tested when positive cases arise. All employees and residents have been vaccinated.

“We have put our policies, procedures and core prevention into place to keep our staff and residents safe. To me, that is winning the war,” said Tamey Stith, the NGECC administrator. “To see we have weathered the storm this long and have healthy, safe residents — that’s been the ultimate goal and it makes me so proud of this team. Sandi’s role in keeping families updated, and bridging together staff and residents, extending everyone’s version of family — it has been remarkable.”

Tears pool in Thurber’s soft blue eyes. She removes her glasses to wipe them, her effort futile. Her chin trembles when asked about bright moments over the past year. Her hands clasped, her narrow shoulders rise and fall as she contemplates an answer.

“If not for COVID, I wouldn’t have been able to grow as close to some of the residents,” said Thurber. “My responsibilities with the rehab side paused, which gave me more opportunities for visits. There’s one particular lady who has dementia. She has no children, she’s a bit difficult, and I spent a lot of time with her, keeping her focused and positive. One day we were sitting in the garden together and she introduced me to a staffer. She said I was her daughter-in-law. When I realized she felt that close to me, like I was her family, it brought my heart such joy.”

Simple things, like popping in to watch a cooking show with a resident or shuffling down the hall to watch crime stories in the afternoon with another have been some of Thurber’s fondest memories. “It has been a lonely year for all of us; we needed each other for companionship. These are my people. It is my job to care for them and love them like family, especially in times like these. It is one of the greatest privileges of my life.”

Grateful for ordinary sights

The halls in NGECC are currently graced with a limited number of visitors most days. This comes to a halt if a positive test arises, but normalcy is tiptoeing back in, and residents, their families and the staff are grateful. Some residents are eating in the dining room; others are socializing in the day room.

Some situations in life are too traumatic to absorb, Thurber summarized when asked what toll the pandemic took. She is unsure if she has taken it in yet, if the weight of it all will ever truly land, but she believes the tide is changing and she welcomes it, palms open. She continues her nightly FaceTime calls with Evelyn and sees her and her daughters a couple of times a month. She has found the energy to start running again. The flame that illuminated her path the past year grows stronger. She calls it hope.

Jarryd Wallace, Paralympian

Orignally Published by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Jarryd Wallace’s best races begin with a feeling: the perfect combination of good nerves and peace. It is the same feeling he discovered in 2010, the year he chose to have his leg amputated.

During his sophomore year at Oconee County High School, Jarryd became a track star; a regional and national record holder at 15 years old. The son of Jeff Wallace, the University of Georgia tennis coach for the past 36 years, athleticism came naturally to Jarryd. He grew up playing tennis and running 5Ks with his family on the weekends. During his junior year of high school, Jarryd decided to make a choice between tennis and track.

“I knew I wanted to be a collegiate athlete and I felt my potential as a runner was greater,” said Jarryd, now 30. “I put the racket down because the newness of running, the challenge of it, and the camaraderie that came with being on the team was really attractive.”

By the beginning of his senior year, he was getting offers from colleges, including a track scholarship from UGA. Excited as he was, he was feeling something else much greater: pain. He had struggled with extreme discomfort in his leg for nearly two years and been treated off and on with six-week stints in a walking boot, until finally being diagnosed with Compartment Syndrome, a rare condition caused by pressure building from internal bleeding or swelling of tissues.

“The doctor presented a six-week process that would begin with surgery and end with a pain free season,” said Jarryd. “I was excited for that, excited to defend my titles and become a national champ at UGA.”

That six-week plan, however, was thwarted just four days after surgery.

“I had an appointment with a therapist who looked beneath my bandages and immediately told us to head back to Atlanta, where I had the surgery. She said something was seriously wrong,” said Jarryd. “I never did look to see what she saw, but we drove down to the emergency room at St. Joseph’s Hospital, where I proceeded to have six surgeries over the next 18 days, as well as two blood transfusions. In the end, because the muscle had died, I had to have 60% of my muscle from the knee down removed.”

Jarryd left the hospital with both sides of his leg cut wide open. He had to sleep on his parents’ floor with a wound vac, which decreases pressure around the wound and assists the healing. With the muscles gone, tendons were exposed. He endured that for six weeks and spent four hours a day, five days a week in a hyperbaric chamber before he could have skin graft surgery, which he describes as the most painful part of the process.

Throughout this time, Jarryd kept an optimistic attitude. He was cognizant of how hard the situation must have been for his parents and he wanted to keep his champion mentality for all their sakes. That lasted about four or five months.

“It was a beautiful Sunday in May, I had lunch with my family on the back deck after church and I wanted to run,” said Jarryd. “I walked to the high school, jumped the fence and tried to run a full lap around the track. I hobbled, kept falling, and started yelling at God. That was the beginning of a difficult 18-month journey.”

As Jeff describes it, his son went from being one of the most athletic kids, to someone who was crippled with pain and could hardly do anything. They tried every surgery that every doctor suggested, but Jarryd’s pain was still unbearable.

“We went to Wisconsin to meet with Dr. William Turnipseed, an expert in Compartment Syndrome,” said Jeff. “He asked Jarryd what he wanted out of life. Jarryd said he wanted to be a normal kid, pain-free, and one day be the kind of dad who could throw a ball out back with his children. The doctor told him that was an amazing dream, but not realistic with his situation. That’s when he recommended amputating Jarryd’s leg.”

Jarryd, whose faith in God had recently guided him out of his depressed state, left the appointment without a trace of sadness or anxiety.

“Amputation never felt like a negative,” said Jarryd. “I had survived my ‘woe is me’ season and realized there was more to life than being an athlete. I knew my family loved me unconditionally and that alone gave me such peace. I still wanted to run, but I knew God had a plan for me, regardless. And though I had stopped dreaming and setting goals for a while there, at that appointment, Dr. Turnipseed allowed me to dream again. It wasn’t the story I would have written, but it’s the story I was meant to walk, and I was OK with that.”

At his hotel that evening, Jarryd Googled “life as an amputee,” “running with a prosthetic,” and “para runner world record list.”

“He called his mom and I to the computer, pointed to the screen and said, ‘my name is going to be on that list,’” said Jeff.

Months later, on June 22, 2010, Jarryd’s leg was amputated. In September 2010, he ran with a running blade for the first time. In November 2011, he ran at the Parapan American Games in Guadalajara and won a gold medal in the 100-meter dash. He holds world records and has world championships. While he was a middle-distance runner in high school, he is now a sprinter, running the 100 and 200-meter races.

“I’ve been around elite athletes for so many years and I know what it takes to compete at the highest level,” said Jeff. “The amount of work Jarryd has put into going from a middle-disance runner to a sprinter is like going from tennis to badminton. It is a completely different sport with different strategy, training and use of muscles. He has become a student of the prosthetic world, putting in so much time with engineers. He trains in both the weight room and on the track – it’s been so inspiring to see what’s he’s done.”

Though UGA honored Jarryd’s scholarship and made him an honorary member of the track team, he never ran there as a student. The UGA track is, however, where he trains now as a professional.

“Most university track and field coaches have opportunities to train both students and pros,” said Althea Thomas, the UGA associate head coach of track and field, and Jarryd’s coach of two years. “Jarryd is like most elite athletes. He’s highly self-motivated and wants to be the best. He focuses, he listens, learns, and applies, and he always sees the cup half full. He’s a fierce competitor, but it’s his heart and intentions that drive everything he does, extending to everyone he encounters.”

Jarryd married his wife, Lea, four years ago and the two are parents to Levi, 18 months old.

“Being a dad has challenged me,” said Jarryd. “I have an extra set of eyes on me, and the concept of ‘legacy’ always goes through my head. I always wanted to leave a legacy and, now that I have a son, I know what that means.”

Beyond the example he wants to set for his son, Jarryd wants to continue his advocacy for the adaptive community and create opportunities to make their lives as limitless and seamless as possible by developing affordable blades, a project he is already working on with an engineer in Japan.

As that comes to fruition, he continues to run. He is currently training for this summer’s Paralympic Games in Tokyo and will be running the Wings for Life World Run on Sunday, May 9.

Jarryd begins and ends every race kneeled in prayer. He thanks God for the platform he has been given, for the unending love of family, and for the peace his faith allows – best explained by a hymn Jarryd knows so well.

“When peace like a river attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say

It is well, it is well with my soul.”

Jonny & Jun

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It took two years and a handwritten letter, but the unexpected friendship between Jonny Hickey and Jun Hayakawa is official. This is the first friendship ever for both 16-year-old boys.

Jonny and Jun met nearly three years ago in a 7th grade special-needs classroom at Autrey Mill Middle School. Both boys have autism.

“Jonny really struggled with allowing anyone into his space or world,” said Erin Villaume, the boys’ special education teacher from middle school. “He didn’t have an interest in friends besides Albert, the bearded dragon that another teacher brought into school. Jonny loved Albert so much that he was incorporated into Jonny’s behavioral plan. He could feed him or care for him after, for example, he finished his language arts assignment. Jun tried to approach Jonny through Albert, asking if he could pet him, or by asking Jonny questions about Albert, but Jonny kept Jun at arms’ length.”

This is how their relationship remained through middle school. They were just classmates, not friends.

Throughout the COVID-19 pandemic, Jun felt lonely. The boys started the 9th grade at Johns Creek High School virtually in August and did not attend in person full-time until October. They have had occasional virtual learning days since then.

“It has been a hard time and I miss seeing everyone when I’m not at school,” said Jun. “I knew Jonny didn’t have any friends and I didn’t either. I felt like he needed one. I also knew that he has autism, just like me. We’re different, but we’re the same. I decided to send his parents a letter to see if Jonny could be my friend.”

Jun sent the letter through Jonny’s school paraprofessional in January.

“It was a four-page, handwritten letter on lined paper,” said Linda Hickey, of Johns Creek. “It included his phone number, it said that he would like to be Jonny’s friend, he’d love to volunteer for Jonny’s nonprofit, Jonny & Xena Spread the Word Foundation, when it’s safe, and he asked if it would be OK if he called us.”

Linda, touched and so excited, reached out to Jun immediately. She learned that he volunteers at the Go with It Farm in Alpharetta. Jonny is a big animal lover, too, so Linda spoke with her son and they made a plan to visit Jun during his lunch break on a Sunday.

“We kept it casual, easy, and there were no expectations on Jonny,” said Linda. “The farm was the perfect place for the boys to connect over their shared love of animals. It went so well.”

Since then, Jonny has continued visiting Jun at the farm and the Hickeys have purchased annual passes to the Georgia Aquarium for Jonny and Jun. They have made multiple visits already, with the boys riding side by side in the back of the Hickey’s van, which is a wonder in itself.

“When I saw the picture of them sitting in the backseat together, my jaw dropped,” said Villaume. “For Jonny to sit that close to someone at all is huge. He trusts Jun and it’s so awesome. It makes tears stream down my face.”

Jonny is completely comfortable with Jun in his space, so much so that the boys created their own handshake, dubbed the “not alone handshake.” During a recent trip to the Wild Animal Safari in Pine Mountain, Jonny was struggling with his headset and allowed Jun to help him.

“The headset helps Jonny block out sensory distractions,” said Linda. “The headset broke and he needed to use earbuds with a wire. He could not figure them out, so Jun showed him how and put the earbuds in for him. I took a picture, and, to most, the picture wouldn’t be anything special, but for me, it’s everything.”

Jun’s mother agrees that the friendship between the boys is special.

“I’ve seen changes in Jun since he and Jonny have become friends,” said Kaori Hayakawa. “He’s learning how to relate to others beyond his teachers and family. He loves to help people and helping Jonny and being his friend is making him so happy. He was bullied in the sixth grade and he doesn’t trust others easily because of that. But he trusts Jonny.”

When asked how he learned to be such a good friend, Jun refers to YouTube personality, Dhar Mann.

“He has a quote that says, ‘the kindness you put out into the world always has a way to come back to you,’” said Jun. “I try to be kind to everyone, especially Jonny. It feels quite special to be his friend. Things that others can’t do with him, I can and that makes me feel special. Jonny has a lot of shine to him and makes my life brighter.”

One or both of Jonny’s parents are always with the boys during their outings, as Jonny needs adult supervision. Jonny’s parents have grown so fond of Jun and are thankful for this surprise friendship.

“I honestly never thought it would happen,” said Linda. “As a parent, you always want your child to have friends and, as a special-needs parent, you want your child to have as many opportunities as possible. Friendship doesn’t always come easy when you have autism. I’m so grateful that Jonny has a friend. Jun is the most compassionate, patient, kind ninth grader I’ve ever known. Jonny doesn’t think or learn the same as we do, he’s different and it takes people time to figure him out, but Jun just knows. He knows him so incredibly well, how he thinks, what upsets him, what he likes. I’m amazed and grateful. If anything great came out of COVID, it’s that Jonny has a friend.”

Though Jonny can be chatty about topics he loves, like geese, fish, and dogs, and he can always get the important details out, conversations can be tough, especially when it comes to expressing feelings. When asked to name the best part of having Jun as his friend, Jonny did not struggle much to find the words.

“I never had a friend before,” said Jonny. “I like to do things with him, and I love it.” However, before he even spoke, the smile on his freckled face and the hand across his heart conveyed exactly how he feels about Jun, his very first friend.

Officers & Gentlemen

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Two jail deputies sit side by side, their chins raised, tears in their eyes. This is a joyous reunion. Just weeks prior, each man experienced a medical emergency while on the job. Life was at stake for both deputies, and both were saved.

Their first responders? The inmates in their respective housing units. In a matter of minutes, the lives of all these men, those in uniform and those in orange jumpsuits, were changed forever. The line between convict and authority was inconsequential, and humanity prevailed.

From shame to pride

It was July 10 around 6 p.m. when Deputy Warren Hobbs, described by inmates as quiet and respectful, was settling into his shift in Housing Unit 3M at the Gwinnett County Jail. Hobbs, 46, felt fine as he conducted his inmate count and went next door to greet a neighboring deputy. As he returned to his unit, he felt a light headache. He took an aspirin and sat at his desk. When his body began to feel warm, he walked out to the recreation yard, removed the hat he’s known for wearing every day, and began to fan himself. When he returned to his desk, his eyesight became blurry. He removed the hat once more to wipe sweat from his brow, unaware that inmate Mitchell Smalls was watching from Unit 510.

“I’m normally asleep at that time, because my work shift starts at 12:30 a.m., but I was randomly awake,” said Smalls, 27. “I’m in the only room where you can see behind the deputy’s desk. I looked out my window and saw him slouched down. He kept slouching more and more. I pushed my intercom button and rang my bell, but Deputy Hobbs didn’t reply. I knew something wasn’t right. I started going crazy to wake everyone, banging on my door with all I had. I was hoping the deputy wouldn’t fall from his chair, because it’s high, but he fell. His head slammed on the floor and there was so much blood.”

Smalls' banging woke his fellow inmates and a swell of thunderous pounding rippled down, up and across the housing unit. It was a symphony of slamming fists and bodies against heavy, locked doors; some men even lying on their backs to exert more force with their legs, the thick glass windows in each door trembling in response. Hobbs was roused by the cacophonous drumming.

“I woke on the floor but didn’t realize I was on the floor. My mind told me I was still sitting at my desk,” said Hobbs. “I heard inmates calling my name. I was in and out, trying to figure out who needed help, then I locked eyes with the inmates in Unit 617.”

Hobbs pulled his long, thin body up with the tips of his fingers, hit the button to open the door to Unit 617, then fell back to the ground.

At some point, Hobbs unknowingly keyed his mic, which signaled to other deputies that he needed help. Assistance was en route, but the inmates did not know that.

The residents of Unit 617, Walter Whitehead and Terry Loveless, immediately ran out their door and down the stairs. As they made their way to Hobbs, they feared he was dead.

“His color had changed and there was blood everywhere,” said Whitehead, 46. “His phone was ringing, so I picked it up and said we needed help. Loveless grabbed his radio and did the same.”

Hobbs was in and out of consciousness while the men rendered aid. They kept him still, talked to him, told him it would be OK.

Whitehead, Loveless, and Smalls are all being held for nonviolent, drug-related charges.

“I didn’t hear them, see them, or feel them. I have no idea how much time passed,” said Hobbs. “I eventually heard Deputy Weary and I saw Sergeant Ross, who is a medic. As he was talking to me, I felt pain in my chest, like someone was squeezing my heart.”

An EMT arrived and administered an electrocardiogram, or EKG, on Hobbs' heart. He was placed on a stretcher and taken to Northside Gwinnett Hospital, where the doctor said Hobbs' heart rate was abnormal, his blood pressure was high, and his potassium and magnesium levels were low.

“I get physicals annually and had no medical history,” said Hobbs. “I assumed I had coronavirus and it was attacking my heart.”

Hobbs did not have the coronavirus, but he did have a cardiac event that would have likely been a heart attack, if not for the aspirin. He stayed in the hospital for two days. One week after he was sent home, it happened again. He has since recovered and is being treated with a cholesterol pill and blood thinners. After weeks of leave, Hobbs returned to work on Aug. 12.

“I got sick of sitting at home and I’ve felt bad for my fiancee. She’s preparing for our wedding in October. I hate that she’s had to worry about me,” said Hobbs. “It felt great to come back to work and get life back to normal. I’ve been here five years and never missed a day at work. I was disappointed to be away.”

When Hobbs entered Unit 3M in August for the first time since his cardiac event, he had all the inmates gather.

“I told them how much I appreciate them,” said Hobbs. “If not for inmate Smalls, especially, we’d be talking about a different story. It felt great to feel like any one of those guys would have helped me.”

Conversely, it felt great for the inmates to feel like heroes. Smalls, Whitehead and Loveless have each been personally affected by the experience and amazed by the public’s response. Their story has been shared by news outlets across the globe, and they have received thank-you letters from multiple countries. One of their favorite responses came from the Vanderbilt University baseball coach who sent hats and a letter, telling the trio they are the kind of men he teaches his players to be.

“It feels good to save someone’s life,” said Whitehead. “I had a drug addiction, and when I was on drugs, I didn’t care about life. After being here for 21 months, I have more respect for life and even more so now.”

Smalls echoes similar sentiments.

“I’ve never seen anyone nearly die,” said Smalls. “Deputy Hobbs isn’t even old or out of shape. A man could have lost his life just like that, for no reason, at 46. I’ve been out there using marijuana, taking risks, not thinking about my health. I realize I need to take better care of my body. I have a son out there I want to be an example for. I think he’ll be proud of me for this and that feels good.”

Loveless, 52, said his family is proud of him, too. In an excerpt from a thank-you note he wrote to Deputy Shannon Volkodav, the public information officer for the Gwinnett County Sheriff’s Office, he said,"I am proud of myself. First time in a long time and I really like this feeling."

After years of disappointing and causing his family shame, Loveless wrote, helping save Deputy Hobbs turned his life around, “and I’m going to stay going in that direction," he said.

Inmates to the rescue, again

On Aug. 16, just four days after Hobbs returned to work, the unthinkable happened again when Deputy Patrick Edmond, 40, had a stroke while on the job.

Edmond became a deputy to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather, who was a sheriff in Haiti.

“I love people and I wanted to use my life as a role model to others,” said Edmond. “When I was younger, my neighborhood looked at officers badly because they had a lack of understanding. If you want to change something, you step in and change it. I stepped in and I try to be a good example.”

Edmond has worked at the Gwinnett County Jail since June 2019.

“He’s a really cool, really firm deputy,” said inmate Rodrequs Wells, 33. “He always says, ‘We’re going to have a good day on purpose.’”

Edmond makes a habit of being intentional and kind.

“I believe you reap what you sow, and this is the very reason why I’m fair every time I enter my unit,” said Edmond. “I’m consistent, compassionate and I show respect to everyone. I give my inmates respect and I get it back from them.”

When he began his shift around 6 p.m. Aug. 16 in Unit B, or Bravo as it’s referred by staff, Edmond recalls going through the motions of his daily routine, writing down his tasks for the shift, then he began cell checks.

“I entered cell 107 to do a check,” said Edmond. “The inmates were outside for rec and to smoke cigarettes when I found some contraband. When the residents of 107 came inside, I asked why they had illegal items. I told them I was going to take 40 minutes of their free time.”

That is what Edmond remembers, but the surveillance video and inmates tell the story a bit differently. The video shows Edmond as he retreats from the cell. He’s holding the contraband, an extra blanket, in his right hand and he’s stumbling, reaching out to catch his balance on a nearby table. His left arm hangs loose and limp on his muscular frame, and the inmates, who have now come inside, immediately know something is wrong.

While Edmond thought he was speaking clear sentences, seven inmates observed as the deputy repeated “40, 40, 40.”

“We kept asking if he was OK. He said he was fine, but he didn’t seem like himself at all,” said Wells. “He was repeating himself and the left side of his face was crooked. We tried to have him sit down in a chair and we used his radio to get help. Another guy ran to get assistance. Everyone played a part to stay calm and get him help. We stayed with him until they came.”

The inmates were sent to their rooms when a sergeant and nurse arrived. Edmond’s blood pressure was through the roof. He was removed on a stretcher and sent to Northside Gwinnett Hospital, where he was administered pain medication and had an MRI and CAT scans. From there, Edmond was life-flighted to Grady Hospital in Atlanta. Grady doctors contacted Edmond’s wife of 16 years, and she gave consent for them to do anything necessary to save his life. He was in surgery within seven minutes of his arrival to remove the clot that had traveled from his groin to his brain, causing the stroke. If not for the quick response of the inmates, the doctor told Edmond he may not have survived.

“I’m young, healthy. I work out once, sometimes twice a day, five days a week. I can’t believe this happened to me,” said Edmond. “It’s painful to watch that video. I consider myself a strong person and to see myself so weak, depending on others to save my life — it’s painful. That could have been my last moment breathing. I’m so thankful it wasn’t.”

Doctors could not identify a reason for Edmond’s stroke, which is good, he says. That means he is unlikely to have another, according to his doctor. He is on cholesterol and blood pressure medications and has tweaked his diet. The stroke left him with no deficit. Health wise, it is as if it never happened. But Edmond will never forget — nor will the inmates who helped him.

“I hadn’t been released to return to work yet, but I chose to go back to see the inmates,” said Edmond. “Those men didn’t have to save my life, they chose to. It’s against policy, but I hugged every one of them. They all applauded and said they prayed for me. I said to them, ‘Whenever you feel sad or depressed about anything, you remember that you sent me back to my family.’”

Capable of greatness

In addition to being the public information officer at the Gwinnett County Sheriff’s Office, Volkodav is a certified John C. Maxwell speaker, trained to speak about leadership and personal growth. She speaks to groups of inmates once a week, and these incidents have been recent discussion topics.

Some of the inmates have asked Volkodav what they should do if ever there’s another medical emergency with a deputy. Her answer is simple: “Exactly what you did.”

“It’s easy to assume there’s an adversarial relationship with officers and criminals, but these incidents prove that’s not always the case,” said Volkodav. “Many law enforcement officers are drawn to this profession because they care about people and their duties. They’re professional, they serve as role models, and they encourage good decisions. Many of our inmates don’t have examples like that at home.”

The Gwinnett County Jail has an average of 2,000 inmates at a time. With that population come many medical emergencies.

“You should see the deputies running to assist inmates, as if they’re running to their own family or friend,” said Volkodav. “It’s amazing to see that reciprocated. This has been an incredible learning experience for these inmates. They see they don’t have to be defined by that thing they did wrong. Anyone is capable of greatness. It’s not the uniform that makes the hero, it’s the person.”

The Rush Family

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

There are five members in the Rush family and four of them are cancer survivors.

It began with the mother, Angie, who was diagnosed with retinoblastoma as a baby. There was a 50-50 chance that one day she would pass the gene for what is thought to be the most common form of childhood eye cancer to her children. Still, she was stunned just days after welcoming her first son to hear the word cancer. When her second son was born, she heard it again: cancer. When her third son was 6 months old: cancer. These have been harrowing years for the Rush family, but they are resolute in their faith, heels deeply sunk into a foundation of hope and positivity. They don’t look back, they don’t look too far ahead; rather, they focus on the present, which looks like three towheaded little boys, all healthy and happy.

Her mother’s brown eyes

Angie was the first child born to Carl and Patti Schneider in December of 1981. When she was around 6 weeks old, her parents saw something they described as “off” in her eyes. They took her to the pediatrician, where she was referred to an ophthalmologist, and then sent to a children’s hospital near them in Ann Arbor, Michigan, known today as C.S. Mott Children’s Hospital. That is where she was formally diagnosed.

Retinoblastoma is a malignant tumor, an eye cancer that begins in the sensitive lining on the inside of the eye known as the retina. This cancer most commonly affects young children.

“It was a shock,” said Patti, 65. “They told us pretty matter-of-factly that she had to have her eye removed and they said ‘hopefully, it won’t go into her brain and, if it does go into her brain, you will have to get someone else to manage it,’ because this doctor only specialized in retinoblastoma.”

Angie’s left eye, the one that had to be removed, was entirely filled with a tumor.

“She was still so little, with brown eyes just like her mother’s,” said Carl, 65.

After surgery, the Schneiders learned the cancer had not spread.

“We were relieved that an eye is all she lost,” said Patti. “She did well after surgery, then when she was 6 months old, we took her to an ocularist to get an artificial eye. She adjusted well to it and was quite comfortable taking it out. There were several instances when she would pick an inappropriate moment, like family gatherings, to pop it out and put it on the table. We’d just put it right back in and carry on.”

Angie’s parents continued taking her for monthly eye checks and, around the same time she received her artificial eye, a tumor was found in her right eye. Instead of using chemotherapy, as is often used today, doctors used plaque therapy, which consists of cobalt on a lead shield. The shield is placed behind the eye with cobalt toward the eye and lead toward the brain. Doctors stitch it like this for one to two days, then remove it. It delivers a small amount of radiation into the eye. Luckily, this treatment worked, and Angie kept her right eye.

The Schneiders raised Angie like a typical child. They took a cue from their resilient daughter, who carried on in life with general ease.

According to Angie, growing up with an artificial eye was not as much of a challenge as one might think.

“It’s something I’ve had my whole life, so I didn’t think anything different about it,” said Angie. “There were times that it made things a little difficult, like I was a bit hesitant to play sports sometimes. I dabbled in volleyball and ran track, but I lacked hand-eye coordination. My eye is such a part of who I am, it’s hard to imagine it not being a part of me.”

‘Save his life, save his eyes, save his vision’

Angie was teaching second graders in Indianapolis in 2009 when she met Aaron Rush on eHarmony, a well-known dating site. The two shared a Lutheran faith and love for family. Angie loved Aaron’s blue eyes. She liked that he played guitar, was very smart, and made her laugh. Aaron was first attracted to Angie’s smile and her caring heart. They complement each other well. Aaron likes to have a plan for everything, while Angie is more apt to wing it; and while Angie is more of a worrier, Aaron is not.

They married in 2011 before 150 people at Our Shepherd Lutheran Church in Indianapolis, and moved to Marietta, Georgia, just two months later.

“My parents had relocated to Marietta from Michigan, where I grew up, and we wanted to be close to them,” said Angie, 38.

The Schneiders moved for Carl’s job. He’s pastor at Faith Lutheran Church, and Angie works there as a teacher.

Aaron, 40, is a physical therapist assistant.

The Rushes spent their first years of marriage traveling and taking care of their dogs. Aaron liked to play golf and baseball, while Angie loved to run at Kennesaw Mountain Park.

The couple always knew they wanted children. Angie wanted three, Aaron wanted one. Angie jokes that she won that one. They were overjoyed to welcome their first, a boy they named Tristen, in March of 2014.

“My pregnancy was fine until the end when I developed preeclampsia,” said Angie. “Tristen was delivered via cesarean section six weeks early. He was fine, but only weighed 3 pounds and 9 ounces.”

Tristen spent three weeks in the NICU at Wellstar Kennestone Hospital, then, right before he was released, an eye check was administered.

“Because of my history, we knew there was a risk of cancer, but, because he was born early, the doctors were more concerned with him growing than they were about his eyes,” said Angie. “We were shocked and scared when he was diagnosed with retinoblastoma. He was so small. His first car ride was in an ambulance, which transported him to the NICU at Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta at Egleston. A central venous line was placed in Tristen’s chest, and he received his first round of chemo before he was a month old.”

There were tumors in both of Tristen’s eyes. This is known as bilateral retinoblastoma. He had six rounds of chemo — one each month, along with monthly eye exams with a laser treatment, which required anesthesia every time.

“It was a sad, emotional time, this new territory of being a mother and the mother of a cancer patient,” said Angie. “At the beginning, the highest focus was to save his life, then to save his eyes, then to save as much vision as possible.”

At the helm of the Rushes’ medical team are two doctors: ophthalmologist Dr. G. Baker Hubbard, director of Retina Service at Emory Eye Center, and oncologist Dr. Thomas Olson, director of the Solid Tumor Program at the Aflac Cancer and Blood Disorders Center of Children’s.

“Retinoblastoma occurs in about 10 to 14 cases per million children, so 1 in 15,000 live births,” said Olson. “Two-thirds of cases are sporadic and one-third of cases are familial, or heritable.”

Angie’s case was sporadic, but she became familial when tumors appeared in her other eye, Olson said, which means there was a 50% chance of her passing the gene on to her children. With familial retinoblastoma, both eyes are often involved, there is a mutation of the retina, and a mutation in other cells of the body, which means a potential for other issues, including a 20% chance of getting another cancer in their lifetime, he said.

Olson has been an oncologist for 39 years and has seen nearly all the retinoblastoma cases in the Southeast over the past 25 years. He and Hubbard, an ophthalmologist for 20 years, work together on retinoblastoma cases.

“The doctors didn’t tell us whether or not Tristen would lose his eye because they just didn’t know,” said Angie. “While they were cautious and would never say ‘I don’t think he’s going to lose his eye,’ they made us feel hopeful.”

Chemo days began with Hubbard for the EUA, evaluation under anesthetic, where a laser treatment is conducted on active tumors. Next was a blood test, and a bit of a wait for Tristen’s medicine to be prepared. Chemo usually started in the afternoons and each treatment lasted an hour and a half. Once it began, Tristen was free to sit on Angie’s lap, where he often dozed off. She would hold him the entire time. Sometimes Aaron was there, too, and the parents would carefully switch off, careful not to wake their boy.

During many chemo visits, Tristen and his parents were placed in a private room, often a corner room at the end of the hall with a window that looked out on the hospital’s exterior and Clifton Road. The rooms all had a bed, a chair, and sink with cabinets above. The soap at Children’s is all the same, from the entrance to the private rooms, said Angie. The sterile smell is embedded in her memory. For her, it is the smell of chemotherapy.

The Rushes exhaled a bit after Tristen’s first six months when chemo ended. He grew normally, thrived, and continued monthly eye checks until his first birthday. Now 6, he still goes for eye checks every six months, but will transition to office exams, without anesthesia, sometime in the next two years.

Hopeful, but realistic

In September 2016, Angie and Aaron were excited to welcome their second son, Caison. It was a good pregnancy, but when Angie noticed the baby was not moving as much, he was delivered four weeks early via C-section. He was healthy, no NICU stay necessary, but just two days after being born, tumors were discovered in each of Caison’s eyes.

“Aaron took the second one better than I did,” said Angie. “He knew that was a possibility and for me, it wasn’t a shock, but it felt so unfair to have another child who would have to go through all that his older brother did. It’s a blessing because you know what’s going to happen, but it’s also so hard, because you know what’s going to happen.”

At just 2 weeks old, Caison’s central venous line was placed and a regimen of laser treatments under anesthesia, followed by chemo began, just as it was done for his big brother two years prior.

Unlike Tristen, after the six months of treatment, Caison kept getting new tumors and old ones would regrow. Hubbard continued monthly laser treatments until Caison was 1 year old.

One of the disadvantages to the laser is that there will always be a scar, or a blind spot, wherever a tumor is treated. Tristen and Caison, now 3, both have significant blind spots in the center of their eyes.

“It would be more difficult to adjust to the blind spots if the boys were adults, but this is all they know and they’ve adjusted well,” said Hubbard. “They will be able to read, drive, and play sports without any difficulty.”

Angie and Aaron were happily surprised to learn they were expecting a third baby. Their son Carter was born three weeks early, in July 2019. The Rushes were also happily surprised when Hubbard did not find any tumors in the infant’s eyes.

“The doctors suggested genetic testing when Carter was a few months old,” said Angie. “The results came back positive for the RB1 gene, which is responsible for most cases of retinoblastoma. We went in every month to have his eyes checked and still, no tumors — not until January of this year when he was 6 months old. They found one tumor in his right eye. We had been hopeful, but realistic. We knew it was probably coming.”

Carter, now 1, was given the same regimen of treatment as his brothers and received his final chemo on June 8. He will still receive laser treatments for five months, but, so far, his vision has been saved.

How to be brave

As if becoming parents isn’t transformative enough, six years of cancer diagnoses and medical treatments upended Angie and Aaron’s world.

“Obviously, in the beginning, it was a lot of unknowns that made it difficult, especially for someone like me who is kind of a control freak. It’s hard when you have no control,” said Aaron. “Angie is a living testament to knowing it could all turn out good, but still, it’s difficult emotionally, mentally, financially. It’s been tricky, but we’ve supported each other and juggled appointments and everything else well.”

Hubbard agrees.

“They are delightful people and a real pleasure to work with,” the ophthalmologist said. “It’s been hard on everyone, but they’ve been tough, diligent and conscientious. They are an inspirational family.”

With medical bills stacking up, the Rushes started a GoFundMe campaign and have made sacrifices, like selling their house. They moved in with Angie’s parents a year and a half ago. They started in a smaller home and moved to a five bedroom when they realized it may be more of a permanent situation.

“Our bills were huge, and we saw the opportunity to save some money,” said Aaron. “Carl and Patti have been more than gracious and, though selling our home was a hard decision, with our trust in God, we knew everything would be fine. This allows us to relax a bit and live as normal a life as we can. The boys are all doing well, they act completely normal for their ages. We try to treat them like regular kids and go from there.”

Tristen, a recent kindergarten graduate, is friendly and talkative. He loves many things — singing, reading, maps, and, most of all, his brothers. Caison, who inherited Aaron’s blue eyes, is a funny little guy, sensitive and imaginative, with a love for all things that go: trains, trucks, and so on. Angie and Aaron say Carter is the easiest baby of all three boys. He is happy, he loves to eat, loves music, and he adores the family dog, a chocolate Lab named Kenan.

The family has stayed home more during the coronavirus pandemic, especially since Carter was having chemo treatments, but they have maintained their routine of lots of outdoor time, whether playing together in the front yard, or visiting the park in their neighborhood.

“We greatly value family time and, if anything, our experience has only made us closer and stronger,” said Aaron. “Cancer is something the boys went through, but it does not define them. It does make them special in the sense that they, in their short time on earth, have experienced something many have not. They know that doctor appointments and eyedrops are just what we do, and they have accepted it well. Tristen, Caison and Carter are strong, and Angie and I have fed off their strength. They have shown us how to be brave.”

About this story:

As an interviewer I ask many questions, I type frantically, and I listen. I do not invoke my opinions or my personal experiences while I’m interviewing people about their lives. Staying quiet about my life was a tough task, however, while interviewing Angie Rush. She was such a delight, for starters, but there were so many things she said that I could relate to. Angie, like me, is the mother of three little boys. Angie, like me, knows what it’s like to have a child (in her case, children) who requires a lot of medical attention. I completely understood the emotional, financial, and physical toll she described and my heart broke with hers throughout our conversations - both because I felt for her, and because I know the reality all too well.

Angie is a retinoblastoma (eye cancer) survivor, as are all three of her little boys. The past six years of her life have been riddled with births, diagnoses, doctor appointments, treatments, and so on. It’s been a whirlwind, but her family is now healthy and happy. This is a story about what matters most: faith and family.

Atlanta Hero, Alex Harris

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Maybe you have seen him dancing on the big screen at a Braves game. Maybe it’s his friendly, bespectacled face that greeted you on the way to your seat. Alexander Harris is among the most popular, beloved Braves ushers, but what his baseball friends may not know is he’s also a modern-day hero.

Harris, who goes by both Andre’, his middle name, and Alex is changing, even saving, lives every day. When the phone rings, he answers, one foot already out the door. Maybe a kid just needs to talk, maybe someone needs food or a ride, or maybe it’s a collect call from the Fulton County Rice Street Jail. No matter the caller, no matter the time, Harris answers and acts, just as he was raised to do.

Harris, 55, grew up in Peoplestown, an Atlanta neighborhood, just a holler from where he lives now in Mechanicsville. He’s as local as Coca-Cola, his roots as deep as a Georgia pine. He was a “Grady baby,” born at Grady Hospital, just like his 11 older brothers and sisters, and has been a devoted member of Second Baptist of Peoplestown since infancy. He’s a quintessential Atlantan, currently employed at Truist Park as an usher for the Atlanta Braves and at Delta as a cargo agent. He’s held the jobs for 21 and two years, respectively.

It’s not those jobs, however, that keep his cellphone ringing. It’s his other job, the one that pays nothing, but reaps the greatest rewards. The job that Harris pours himself into 24 hours a day, the one he holds most dear, is Empowerment Zone Encouraging Teens (EZET), the nonprofit Harris launched 20 years ago.

“It all started when a friend at church asked if her two grandsons, ages 10 and 11, could come stay with me,” said Harris. “Their parents moved them down from Chicago because their older brother had joined a gang. Their grandmother was concerned that she couldn’t provide all they needed, so I took them in. From there, kids were coming up to me all the time, asking questions, wanting advice. That’s when I had the idea to start a youth group to serve inner-city kids.”

A father and role model

Harris held his first meeting at his old apartment off Vanira Avenue in 2000. In addition to his own two young sons, there were 11 boys and three girls who came to hear Harris speak. The following week, there were 30 kids in attendance and, as word traveled, attendance, at its best, grew to more than 60 kids. The group had to start meeting at Georgia Hill Library.

“My first pastor was an amazing man who hosted 40 to 50 kids in the basement of the church for Vacation Bible School,” said Harris. “I’ve been around that way of doing things, of gathering kids and helping them, my whole life, and I knew I wanted to give back to my neighborhood.”

Stories about Harris, the man who champions inner-city youth, travel from kid to kid, producing a steady stream of new faces at the EZET meetings. Sometimes it’s parents who reach out to Harris, asking him to help their children. Many kids show up because they have dropped out of school, are homeless, or both. It’s common for Harris to allow troubled teens to stay at his apartment. He usually has five teenagers in his three-bedroom apartment, in addition to his youngest son, Dreveon, 20. His oldest son, Glendrevious, 26, lives in California, where he is an active-duty Marine.

“My dad was always helping kids,” said Glendrevious. “He practically adopted two when my brother and I were kids, so he raised the four of us together, on his own. My parents divorced and dad still managed to do it all, even coaching me in baseball all the way up through high school. Growing up where I did, lots of kids didn’t have dads around. I knew I was fortunate to have mine. He supported everything I wanted to do. Even when I quit baseball, which was our thing, I moved on to track and it was like nothing changed. He was there, supporting me.”

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Glendrevious, who received an invitation and scholarship to attend Pace Academy for high school, then went straight to the Naval Academy after graduation, tutored the EZET kids throughout middle and high school. He still tutors over the phone when needed.

“I moved on to start my career, but I see the impact my dad’s had on the community — helping kids get their GEDs, get into sports, get scholarships, helping them get jobs and become good dads — he helps them become men and I want to help, too,” said Glendrevious. “What I’ve learned from my dad is if you have the opportunity to help others, do it. As God blesses you, you should bless others.”

‘I want a different path’

These days, the EZET teens pile into Harris’ apartment for meetings. They convene for two hours of tutoring and discussions about things like avoiding profanity and using respectful language, the importance of earning a GED, and an array of social issues. Harris also emphasizes the responsibility to give back through volunteering. They participate in Hosea Feed the Hungry every other year and frequently feed the homeless and hand out toiletries to the homeless on the weekends.

Harris loves to cook and often cooks for the kids and their families. He always cooks dinner for the group meetings, and all meetings begin and end with a prayer. Harris, who has attended the funerals of at least 10 young people lost to violence, has led many of the kids to faith, even inspiring some, like Johnny Eubanks, to get baptized.

Eubanks, now 34, met Harris when he was just 13 and says he wonders if he would be in the streets or dead if not for EZET.

“I’m from the hood, grew up in the projects,” said Eubanks, a general warehouse worker. “My dad lived in another state. It was just me and my mom, then I met Andre’ and everything changed. We met for a team meeting every Thursday and he talked to us about how we could overcome, what we could do to stay out of trouble. I used to fight a lot, but Andre’ opened my mind, telling me it’s OK to be angry, but I had to learn to control it. I have friends with life sentences. I saw shootouts and dead bodies when I was just a kid. Andre’ reached out and tried to save everyone and tell us what to do to be successful in life.”

Beyond meetings, Harris uses his own money to take kids out on the weekends — bowling, skating, shopping — and he never accepts a dime from the kids. He attends school conferences when the kids need a parent. He’s helped them buy cars and diapers. He takes them on field trips to a Grady clinic to learn about hygiene, sex and diseases. He’s taken kids to the emergency room and stood by them in juvenile court. He signs permission slips and goes on college tours.

“He came to my high school football games and pushed me to stay in line, helping me become All-State in football and earn a scholarship to Morehouse College,” said Eubanks. “He’s the reason I went there, he and my mom. They supported everything I did. When my mom passed away my sophomore year, Andre’ stepped in even more. When I needed a ride, when I didn’t have enough food, he was always there. I knew what I should do, just by watching him. Even now I look to him and love him like a father. This isn’t just my story, it’s all of ours.”

Maurice Simmons, 17, a senior at Cedar Grove High School, met Harris a year ago through friends who are part of EZET.

“They told me this group gives back a lot, and that’s something I like to do, so I got involved,” said Simmons. “We do lots of activities, like feeding the homeless, and I really like that. Andre’ is so generous and he cares so much. He’s always calling and checking in, looking out for all of us. I recently got into a fight at school, my first. He helped me get the charges dropped, because I was defending myself. He’s going to go to court with me.”

Simmons has watched friends join gangs and drop out of school; some have even died from drugs and violence. One of his friends was shot to death, another, stabbed.

“I want a different path and Andre’ is helping me,” said Simmons. “He put me in touch with Atlanta Tech. I’m thinking about going there after I graduate. Beyond trade school, I just want to do like Andre’ and be supportive in my community. It’s already in me, but Andre’ motivates me more every day. Before I react, I think about what he’ll say, because that matters to me.”

The recent deaths of George Floyd and Rayshard Brooks have spurred many conversations between Harris and the EZET teens about race issues. The Brooks case hits especially close to home, as Brooks was an acquaintance of Harris and the Wendy’s where he was shot by police officers is near Harris’ neighborhood.

“A few of the kids joined me for a march over at that Wendy’s,” said Harris. “I drive by there every day and it’s just so sad. The kids call me and we talk about race and police brutality. I tell them that every case is not the same and all police aren’t bad. You can’t judge everyone by a few. You just can’t look at things like that. I’m looking forward to getting together again for a regular meeting so we can talk as a group and think of ways we can make a change.”

Inspiring others to help

Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, EZET has been unable to hold meetings. They did gather in June, donning masks and gloves, to feed the homeless.

Atlanta artist Missy Maude, 32, met Harris, whom she calls Alex, at a Braves game about five years ago. Harris was an usher near the Braves dugout at the old Turner Field, where Maude’s family held season tickets. Over time, Maude and Harris formed a friendship that has continued since the move to Truist Park (formerly SunTrust Park).

“My mom and I were always excited to talk to Alex and hear more amazing stories and updates about the kids he was helping,” said Maude. “Over the past three years, especially, we’ve realized how amazing he is and we’ve been doing our best to spread the word about him in our community. We’ve even reached out to ‘The Ellen Show.’”

Inspired by Harris’ work with EZET, Maude took to Instagram to ask her 5,000-plus followers to help with a back-to-school drive for Harris’ teens. The effort garnered bookbags, calculators, children’s books and $3,000 to purchase even more school supplies. She and 35 of her friends also filled stockings for the teens at Christmas, giving them tons of gift cards, journals, headphones and more.

“Alex is so inspiring and such a good friend,” said Maude. “His mission is now my mission. I want to help every single person he wants to help, and I truly believe these kids deserve it.”

Maude hopes the community will rally around Harris and help EZET expand.

“He’s doing so much,” said Maude. “It’s a lot for anyone to do on their own, mentally and physically. He needs a team. I hope others will believe in his work, like I do, and join him. I want Alex to be able to continue making a difference and being a leader and example, but I want him to stay healthy and prioritize himself, too.”

Maude hoped to lead a fundraiser for EZET this spring, but those plans were thwarted by the pandemic. She plans to do the back-to-school drive again at the end of summer.

“I grew up at the Braves stadium, just like (Harris), but we have completely different experiences,” said Maude. “I was able to go be entertained, while he was working three jobs, entertaining all of us and helping support his community. He transforms lives, even at Braves games.”

Harris’ former co-worker, Wendy Stewart, echoes Maude’s sentiments. “He and I worked together for 15 seasons at Turner Field,” said Stewart, 62, a retired educator and current employee at Delta Global Services. “Everyone knows him. He loves kids, but really, he just loves people. He will go out of his way to make sure whoever was at that game had a memorable experience. He’s the guy who started a celebratory dance after every home run. It caught on and, next thing you know, he’s got me dancing, other ushers and even season ticket holders, all dancing together.”

Stewart, a single parent of four, got to know Harris’ biological kids and his EZET kids very well over the years. Together, her kids and Harris’ comprised a group referred to as “the stadium kids.” They would often buy the Clark Howard $1 tickets for games, and some even earned jobs at the stadium. Stewart has shared Harris’ pride and cried tears of joy as the EZET kids have gone on to earn scholarships and attend college. They’re exceptional kids because, she says, they have an exceptional example.

“People always say, ‘Oh, they need help,’ but he’s the person who says, ‘They need help, what can I do?’” said Stewart. “Alex lives in a community that hasn’t always been the best, and he’s seen so many kids go astray. But he lives side by side with these young people and shows them, I live here, too. I’m going to show you the right path.”

Working toward a dream

Harris has been on workers’ compensation from Delta since June 2019. He was on the tarmac in a cargo tug, waiting for the airplane when he was rear-ended by a larger tug. He sustained back and neck injuries. He is still dealing with intense daily pain, juggling doctor’s visits and hoping to find a physical therapy regimen that will help him handle his day-to-day chores with less discomfort. He is also not working his job as an usher for the Braves right now due to the pandemic. A return date has not yet been set, but he receives e-mail updates and is hopeful he will be back at it soon. Throughout the pain he’s endured from his accident, the pandemic and race relations, Harris’ positive attitude has endured, as has his mission for EZET.

“You know what I dream of?” said Harris. “I want a youth center that can hold all these kids, much more space than my apartment can provide. I want it to have a big meeting room, a computer lab, a place where at least 10 kids can sleep. All the kids will be required to work toward their GED. We’ll teach them to drive, we’ll give them food, and, most importantly, we’ll get them off the streets.”

It’s a big dream, but an attainable one, Harris believes. He has supported at-risk Atlanta teens for 20 years and there’s no stopping him. He’s witnessed many changes over the past 50 years, but the sense of community, of loving one’s neighbor, has not faltered. He’s ready to grow, ready to give more and he believes the city he’s loved his whole life will rally with support.

“It’s like I always tell the kids,” said Harris, “you must find the good in you and share it with someone else.”

About this story:

I follow Atlanta artist Missy Maude on Instagram. About a year ago she posted about an Atlanta Braves usher who she befriended over the years. As she got to know this usher, Alex Harris, she learned he ran a non-profit, Empowerment Zone Engaging Teens, that serves inner-city youth. Harris has voluntarily served as a mentor to hundreds of kids over the past 20 years. He attends their games and parent-teacher meetings, and helps them get into college, buy their first cars and get jobs. Most importantly, he saves their lives by leading them down a good path. Most of these kids have been touched by drugs, poverty and gang life. With Harris’ guidance, the future is brighter for these kids. It was an honor to speak with so many people in his life and listen as they shared story after story of how Harris has made their life better. We should all be so lucky to change that many lives for the better. I’m so happy to know Alex Harris and so honored to share his story.

ASL Interpreter David Cowan

 

Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

It was such a pleasure to interview David Cowan. He’s the American Sign Language interpreter who is currently working alongside Governor Brian Kemp for all the Covid-19 press conferences. His animated expression of ASL has turned him into a viral phenomenon. It was so interesting to learn more about him and the difference he wants to make for the deaf community. He is a highly skilled, charismatic man with a great sense of humor and I’m grateful for the opportunity to have met him.

Katherine Wolf

 
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Originally Published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

After performing a 16-hour micro-brain surgery on Katherine Wolf, her doctor spoke these words to Katherine’s husband Jay: “Katherine lived.” There were still many unknowns, but on April 22, 2008, those two words set the Wolfs’ lives on a trajectory of hope.

Katherine was a 26-year old mother to 6-month-old James in the spring of 2008. She and Jay, married in 2004, were living in Culver City, California, where she was pursuing a career in modeling and acting, while Jay was in law school at Pepperdine University.

On April 21, while cooking meals for members of her church, Katherine collapsed in her kitchen. She had suffered a massive brain stem stroke. It was caused by the rupturing of an arteriovenous malformation (AVM), an abnormal connection between arteries and veins, which usually occurs in the brain or spine. It’s a rare congenital defect Katherine didn’t know she had.

During the intense surgery that followed, Dr. Nestor Gonzalez removed 60% of Katherine’s cerebellum and many vital intracranial nerves, which would possibly leave her paralyzed or in a vegetative state. She remained on life support for 40 days before she began the journey of what she calls her “second chance life.”

“When I woke, I had IVs, a tracheotomy, a feeding tube and I had paralysis on my right side, including my mouth and tongue,” said Katherine, now 38. “I couldn’t articulate how I was feeling, so I’d use my left hand, as my dominant right hand no longer worked, and I’d type out letters on my letterboard that would speak my words. I frantically cranked out ‘I’m still the same on the inside’ over and over.”

After four months at the UCLA Medical Center, Katherine moved to a brain rehabilitation facility.

“It was there when a swallowing therapist sat me down and told me to prepare for the worst-case scenario, that Katherine would probably never swallow again, which was particularly devastating because Katherine’s love of food is legendary,” said Jay.

Despite that discussion and nine failed swallowing tests, Katherine was allowed to eat again in March 2009, 11 months after her stroke. In October, 18 months after her stroke, Katherine walked. She moved back home with her husband and son in 2010.

“Life after brain rehab was a continual longing to sneak in the back door of our old life and pretend nothing had changed, but, at the same time, realizing that suffering had birthed us into something totally new,” said Jay. “Thankfully, the perspective of where Katherine has been as well as stories of so many others who connected to us online with really hard, different stories, motivated us to find gratitude in our new second-chance life.”

In 2013, Jay and Katherine launched Hope Heals, a nonprofit that serves to offer rest, resources and relationships to broken bodies, brains and hearts. Through their faith-based ministry, they travel the U.S. for speaking engagements at Fortune 500 companies, fundraisers, retreats, diversity forums and churches.

They also host Hope Heals Camp annually for families affected by disability. They have authored two books, “Hope Heals” and “Suffer Strong,” the latter of which was released in February. They have gained a strong media following with their @hopeheals handle and Sony Pictures optioned the rights to make “Hope Heals” a movie.

“The support and community created by Hope Heals has led us to see there is a deep, universal reality that we are all disabled in our own way; we all have invisible wheelchairs,” said Katherine. “Our pain may look different, but our deepest healing comes when we’re part of someone else’s healing. We are not meant to suffer alone. We have each other and we have God. Life defines us, but suffering redefines us.”

Miraculously, in 2015, with the permission of Katherine’s medical team, the Wolfs welcomed their second child, John Nestor Wolf, named after Katherine’s neurosurgeon.

“Seeing Katherine’s motherhood taken away from her [after the stroke] was one of the worst experiences of all,” said Jay. “Watching over the years the process of it coming back has been one of the most beautiful experiences. As deeply impacting as a brain stem stroke is to one’s most basic human functioning, it seems perhaps the only deeper impulse was that of a mother’s love. This continued to motivate her overall recovery.”

Today Katherine considers herself intensely disabled, but high functioning.

“I cannot drive, which is a huge hardship as a mother of little ones,” said Katherine. She’s nearly blind in her left eye and has double vision in the right eye. “My eyes don’t track anymore.”

She’s also totally deaf in her right ear. “Everything on the right side of my body is impaired,” she said.”My face is paralyzed on the right side and my right hand doesn’t have fine motor coordination. I can hold something, but my hand doesn’t fully work.”

Though Katherine says she “hobbles” around her house a bit, she cannot walk on her own as her balance is impaired. She uses a wheelchair outside of her home, a cane inside and now has a tall 12-year-old in James, who like his dad, is always willing to help.

In 2018, the Wolfs moved back to Georgia, Katherine’s home state, and now reside in Atlanta, near Chastain Park.

“We love it here,” said Katherine. “Passion City Church has been a huge touchstone for us, we’re huge fans of Chef Ford Fry, we love The Optimist, as well as our proximity to the airport, since we travel so often.”

Like everyone else in the midst of the coronavirus quarantine, the Wolfs are looking forward to getting back to their favorite routines, like walking to Fellini’s for pizza on Friday nights. This season of unknowns resonates with them deeply and aligns well with the theme of their book “Suffer Strong”.

“As we care for ourselves and each other and maybe look for a reset, it can be hard because we’re annoyed about being stuck at home,” said Jay. “But we can look outside ourselves and ask how do I get to be a part of loving someone well right now?”

A mantra the Wolfs live by is “don’t wait to celebrate.” Last month the family celebrated a sacred holiday they call “Katherine Lives Day,” in remembrance of Katherine’s life-saving surgery 12 years ago.

“Remembrance is an active, intentional invitation and we’ve found that to be so important as we’ve retold our story and shared it with our kids,” said Jay. “We remember how far God has brought us and we cherish our present reality.”

Katherine lives.

About this story:

I learned about Katherine Wolf through a friend’s Instagram post. Katherine is the author of two books, “Hope Heals” and “Suffer Strong.” She is my age, also a mother of boys and she is a stroke survivor. Katherine writes about her faith and struggles with so much transparency. I appreciate her honesty and knew hers is a story I wanted to share. I’m so grateful to have interviewed Katherine and her husband Jay and enjoyed their book “Suffer Strong.”