Taylors Helping Hands is a charitable organization dedicated to the memory of Taylor E Cothran.

  2 Corinthians 1:2-4 "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Churst, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."(NIV)

Home Moms Blog October 3, 2010

October 3, 2010

Well, thank goodness for the time consuming process of helping to run a golf tournament! otherwise I might have aleady been in my annual funk. The fraternity Taylor was pledging to, Theta Delta Chi (TDX) have blessed me for 3 years now in holding a golf tournament in memory of Taylor to benefit our charity, Taylors Helping Hands.

Amazing that these kids, who only knew him for about 6 weeks, would 3 years later still be a part of my life. Which is the theme of todays story!!!

His 'friends' BFF's since childhood haven't darkened our lives in 3 years. When they dropped him off at the dorm curb about 3 years ago exactly, they began their decent from us. In my opinion I'm thinking they hung around due to shock and CYA. But, I look at this through skewed eyes. And we didn't exactly send out christmas cards either.

But 6 months after Taylor's death, Matt from the frat called me to talk about this annual fundraiser they could do to help our charity. They knew Taylor to be a good kid, one who wanted to make a difference. And for 3 years now, they have done a amazing job, nothing short of a professional event. I'll put pictures up soon. But the theme of today is how the ones you think will do what you think are the ones who don't do squat and out of no where, a grand blessing comes. I didn't even know these guys before we met at the hospital!!!!

Not that I'm judging, really, I guess I am, but time and time again I see where I look for the sure thing, the people or places or whoever I think I can go to and know that I know that I know, and then come back empty handed. It happens alot. We seem to seek things from people and things that we expect things from, I guess. But it's cool how blessings flow from the things they 'shouldn't, just to show us, thanks God! Angels abound everywhere!

And then those same empty hands get filled up with the 'widow's mite after being passed up by the millionaire. (Somehow figuratively speaking!)

I'm at work and I'm asking my manager if I can have these things we usually give away to people, but since I was wanting about 60, I wanted to not appear to be stealing what was a 'grey' area. I had already asked both the managers at both the places I work for a donation, and they said, sure, remind me later. I did, and did and then it was apparent that I was gonna get nothing. Which is fine! I don't care, just say no and I'll go on. (I LOVE my job and the people who work there, but I get OCD about marking things off my list, yes or no gets it scratched off, a later only keeps it on my list!!!!)

But any way there was this older African American gentleman, typical blue collar dressed, I mean just your average joe. He asked about my charity and what we did and so on. So I told him, while I don't even think my mgr even knew all the details. He asked how we got donations and I told him this golf thing was our only fund raiser, but we take toiletry items and then he rose up and pulled out his wallet and told me he wanted to contribute.

He gave me a $5. bill. I went to the back to bring him a flyer and he showed me the bill where he wrote "For Taylor" on it.

God is good.