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May 4, 2009
I have been blessed with three sons, one step-son, one step-daughter and because of my husband's cool kids, I even have grandkids! I live vicariously (as an honorary grandma/aunt) through the kids of the 20-somethings that live around me and count me as their friend (which means Aunt Coco gets to play!). One day, I hope that my sons are blessed with all of the knowledge, experience (we parents know about payback-heh, heh, heh) and intense, die-for-them-any-time/anywhere-LOVE that I have been honored to learn and continue to learn (though not always as gracefully as I would have hoped for).
Later, I will add more to this "telling", because I need to think about what I have learned and what I am willing to share about the death of one of my sons. (hopefully I will also be able to impart something good to whoever needs it)
This continues to be the worst thing that has ever happened to me and although a year has passed now (4/25), the pain remains fresh. I have spoken briefly, spontaneously, about my loss during a Town Meeting but to put it in writing requires a lot more responsibility on my part.
I will say, that my hope that other young adults would see 6'3" "Big Aaron" literally overflowing the coffin and back away fast and furious from drugs was not fulfilled. My heart did worse than break when barely two months later, one of Aaron's best friends, Jeff, also over dosed and died (6/30-7/1-life support).
This brings me to my friend, Matt. Matt is Jeff's younger brother. Aaron gave him the nick name "Big Mac". These young men cared deeply for each other and with no one around to stop me...I'll say they loved each other. Love is nothing to be ashamed of, but it usually takes getting old-(er) to realize that. Anyway, after Aaron passed away, Matt wrote the following poem. (I have his permission to publish it here) Matt tells me that Jeff loved it. When Jeff passed away, his parents blessed friends, family and the Livingston newspaper community with this amazing poem.
When your life starts to fade and die
You can do nothing but lie there and cry.
Your soul will slowly slip away
Until your dying day.
You've lived your life through love and hate
You started poor and ended great.
And now struck down in your prime
Full of life but out of time.
Now death has come to take you away
And your story will be told day after day.
By: Matthew C.
For: Jeff Johnson-9/22/88-7/1/08
You are supposed to learn from adversity, you stay on this earth because you are meant to do more. I miss my son and thank God for every day I had with him. ~Caroline (~Thanks Matt!)
Brenda wrote this story and has dedicated it to all the children:
I had a beauty Pageant a few years ago and had some really beautiful children in our pageant that were in wheel chairs. After the event I had a very upset man call me and threaten to kill me. He said a paraplegic in a wheel chair should not be allowed in the pageant and especially, allowed to beat his granddaughter. It upset me so badly to realize the thoughts of this man and the cruel outlook that he had on this child just because she was in a wheel chair. The one I feel sorry for was him. He needs a attitude adjustment from God.
At 5 am in the morning my eyes opened, I got up and grabbed a pen and began to write this story. I know this was God telling me what to write. I hope you enjoy it.
IF YOU HAVE ANY DOUBTS WHY THE IMPACT TEAM DOES WHAT WE DO READ THIS LETTER I RECEIVED THIS MORNING 5/12/09.
WE DO IT FOR OUR CHILDREN!
You may think our Texas Children's Music Festival is just a music festival, but to some children this is a dream, a chance of hope, or their future. To some children, "MUSIC" is just a hobby, to some, it's their life, and to most, it's just a sign of happiness. We are proud to give our youth a chance to feel important. I received this touching letter and asked Mrs. Cline if I could share it with you. The Impact team is very proud of Mac for being so brave and even though he has lost a dear friend. He thinks the show must go on and dedicates his music to a special friend. Come and listen to this young man sing and show him support. Pray for this family.
Thank you for your prompt reply.
There is a story behind this. My son Mackenzie Fulmer (Mac), just lost a best friend last Sunday morning. They were going to do the competition together. I told my son, even though Paul Perez passed, he would want you to go on! So play as if Paul was there singing! Paul was buried last Friday. He passed from sleep apnea and possibly a heart attack. His mother, Rachel will be at the music fest to listen to Mac play and where her son was going to sing!
My son is dedicating his music playing that day to Paul S. Perez.
Are they still giving away the prizes for the competition?
I'm sure others will register for that there that day for the contest.
Looking forward to it!
The C.C.I.C. presented 2 awards at the TCMF one to the family of Paul Perez for his gift of Music who is now singing to the Angels in Heaven. The other was given to Mac who was so brave coming to our music festival and singing for his friend whom he has just lost. Thanks for your kindness. B.Myers
LET THE STORY REALLY SINK IN - THEN CHOOSE
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and
always has something positive to say.
When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, 'If I were any
better, I would be twins!'
He was a natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee
how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked
him, 'I don't get it!
You can't be a positive person all of the time How do you do it?'
He replied, 'Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices
You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad
I choose to be in a good mood.'
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can
choose to learn from it.
I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their
complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life.
I choose the positive side of life.
'Yeah, right, it's not that easy,' I protested.
'Yes, it is,' he said. 'Life is all about choices. When you cut away all
the junk, every situation is a choice.
You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood.
The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life.'
I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to
start my own business.
We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about
life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident,
falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from
the hospital with rods placed in his back.
I saw him about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied, 'If I were any better, I'd be
twins..Wanna see my scars?'
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his
mind as the accident took place.
'The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my
soon-to-be born daughter,' he replied.
'Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could
choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live.'
'Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?' I asked.
He continued, '...the paramedics were great.
They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into
the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses,
I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I
needed to take action.'
'What did you do?' I asked.
'Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me' said John.
'She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.'
The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took
a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity''
Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as
if I am alive, not dead.'
He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his
I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything .
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about
itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.' Matthew 6:34.
After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
Now, you have a choice:
01. Forget you ever read this
02. Choose to have a good attitude and share with everyone.