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)

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May30, 2010

This is my famous favorite photo of 2 men at peace. The importance of it today is that Pop-pop, Taylors grandfather was a veteran. Back in the day, he was captured, but they thought he was dead, came to Mama Sues and told them, Ed Cothran died in the war in Germany. They even put the obituary in the paper, planned the funeral. Then they found out he was only (ha) a prisioner of war. Stayed as one for a year or two, but as you see, was brought back home. By the time Taylor came along, Pop-pop was retired and boy did he LOVE Taylor. Nanny and Pop kept Taylor so much he was more known in my neighborhood as I was. As I look at this photo, for some reason, today is the first day I see it besides a boy who is so at peace in his pop-pop's arms, as free as a bird- nothing to bind him up, like a diaper or a shirt. Content, totally knowing that the one who holds him loves him more than anything and would never let anything happen to him. And so he sleeps and he sleeps a contented, peaceful sleep. But today I see it as a symbol of Jesus holding us. You can see the love and pride in his face. He loves his boy so much and would be content to sit there as long as the boy needs. His job is to love and protect and hold the boy. And the boy is totally at peace with the one who holds him. Knows that he is safe and he can rest. Nothing to bind him, free from the world's restrictions, not in the fetal position, afraid, but totally open to the one who holds him. And to me the beach is the place where I feel God lives.  They are both in the arms of the Lord this Memorial day. I am thankful pop passed before Taylor did cause I know it would have killed him. Instead he was there to welcome my son in to the kingdom, I'm sure showing him where to go sit in the arms of the one who loves him more than anyone could.
Thank you pop for what you did for this country, for what you did in the lives of Taylor and Tara and how so very much you did for me and Tom, especially during the early years. I sure wish I had you here now, but I know you and Taylor are together which is where I want you to be the most.
Until I see you both again...



May 24, 2010

Tomorrow at 4:15 at JL Mann high school they will dedicate a memorial garden area in memory of Taylor, Emily, Justin and Travis- those 3 died in the Ocean Isle Fire 2 weeks after Taylor's accident. Justin was at Taylor's funeral. Emily's family was there too. Unaware the fate that awaited them. Interesting how fate sneaks up on you. One day you're looking at it and the next it's looking at you. The 3 of them graduated the year before Taylor. The boys all went to USC. Emily, Justin and Taylor all lived in the same neighborhood, swam on the swim team, went to the same schools all their lives. All intertwined. All gone in October 2007.

These 4 kids were the focus of the spirit week 2008, as a charity called the JETT zone for the first letters of their names. Mann whipped Greenville High with a record almost 500,000 for Habitat for Humanity and the JETT zone garden.

Honored for what they were, loved, involved, good students in their grades and in their mark they left on Mann.

Too bad when you're alive you don't know what your legacy is. If Taylor knew all the things done in his memory, I know he would be shocked. He never felt he was 'worthy' of the love bestowed on him, just because of who he was. Maybe we never feel worthy. They put in an area at our club house in memory of Justin, Emily and Taylor, the neighbors donated the money and held a service to dedicate it. Mann planted trees in memory of the 4 right at the front entrance with a marble photo and inscription.

All reminders as to what these kids left behind, in only 18,19 years. I'm so proud of my "T" and will cherish all these special reminders in my heart.


This web site is from the spirit week. Photos and a video of the 4 of them...

I love you son, I wish you knew how much you meant to so many...


May 23, 2010

The Cothran family would like to welcome the new additions to the front porch! Mama robin has a family! How exciting to have new life here! I guess this will be the next to the last time I mention my bird watching as the next step is leaving the nest. They are mobile, but so far they will leave and come back 'home'. Soon they will leave, and not return. The nest will stay vacant until next year. I'll keep looking up at it every now and then, just to remember. But while they are at my front door I'll peek at them every chance I get.

Our house is for sale, I wonder if I leave mama Robin my change of address, if she'll come with me. Or I guess I should tell the new owners that although we are selling, mama will have to stay put until she decides to leave...

Have you ever just cired so much your eyes swell so much you look like you've been in a fight? What a week a day can make. Started out monday morning happy as a clam (and why are clams happy?) and by the time wednesday ends, I've spent 3 days in a spiritual battle that questioned my choices, my self esteem, my faith. Looking back now, I know I made more of my situation than I should have, but I'm a feeler, a pleaser, and I'm just not who I was before. Things affect me more, I feel things like I have no skin and I'm bare nerves exposed to the fire. And times like this I realize how little faith I have. However, once bitten..., and in October 2007, I had half my heart removed. Thank goodness for faithful friends and a mother who prayed for my soul. Thursday came and although I was scared, timid, waiting for the sky to fall-again, God provided a glimpse into who HE is and who I'm NOT. Trying to change things by my own power, never works. Until I sat in the yard, cring out for help, releasing my control over the circumstance, the people who turned on me- the forgivness I desperately sought from humans- like their forgiveness was more important to me than God's. I see now how I focused on earthy people, earthly words, earthly tears to change what isn't a drop in the bucket to the love I have from my family and my God. "Whatever"! So, I allowed people to become my God, and it just didn't work.

Someone totld me today that prayers go up and grace and mercy and blessings come down. Thank you God! For only in trials does faith grow.



May 20, 2010

I love finding things that don't require me to think. If you read this first part of the devotional real slow,-- I felt the fear and horror of both men, but only knowing both sides did I choose both vs 1 or the other.

The bible verse at the end is the mission bible verse for Taylor's Helping Hands. Unfortunately, that comfort comes at a cost so heavy, you wonder if you'd be able to choose another path. Losing my son, I'm still dealing with what good has, can and will come from that.

We're talking about Esther in church today, it's one of my favorite books of the Bible. And it's short so you can read it in 1 sitting. Facing her own death in order to go to the king- her husband- to keep him from killing all the Jews (which she was one but the King didn't know it). She told her cousin Mordichi that "I hate it for you all, but if I reveal myself, I'll risk my life. He said that she needed to 'God up' because God would restore the Jewish people, they'd be ok, but 'her' people would be gone forever.

"For such a time as THIS have you been placed WHERE you ARE!" She responded for everyone to fast, as she would -and go to the King, "and if I PERISH, I PERISH."

The rest of the story is in the book of Esther...

For such a time as this?????????? I don't know, it's a journey, but we walk by faith and not by sight. If I could see I might just run like Jonah- another great short book! Seems like everything I need to know, it's in this book. :)


During Napoleon's invasion of Russia, his troops were battling in the middle of yet another small town in that endless wintry land, when he was accidentally separated from his men. A group of Russian Cossacks spotted him and began chasing him through the twisting streets. Napoleon ran for his life and ducked into a little furrier's shop on a side alley. As Napoleon entered the shop, gasping for breath, he saw the furrier and cried piteously, "Save me, save me! Where can I hide?" The furrier said, "Quick, under this big pile of furs in the corner," and he covered Napoleon up with many furs.

No sooner had he finished than the Russian Cossacks burst in the door shouting, "Where is he? We saw him come in." Despite the furrier's protests, they tore his shop apart trying to find Napoleon. They poked into the pile of furs with their swords but didn't find him. Soon, they gave up and left.

After some time, Napoleon crept out from under the furs, unharmed, just as Napoleon's personal guards came in the door. The furrier turned to Napoleon and said timidly, "Excuse me for asking this question of such a great man, but what was it like to be under those furs, knowing that the next moment would surely be your last?"

Napoleon drew himself up to his full height and said to the furrier indignantly, "How could you ask me, the Emperor Napoleon, such a question? Guards, take this impudent man out, blindfold him and execute him. I, myself, will personally give the command to fire!"

The guards grabbed the furrier, dragged him outside, stood him against a wall and blindfolded him. The furrier could see nothing, but he could hear the guards shuffle into line and prepare their rifles. Then he heard Napoleon clear his throat and call out, "Ready! Aim!"  In that moment, a feeling he could not describe welled up within him; tears poured down his cheeks.

Suddenly the blindfold was stripped from his eyes. Although partially blinded by the sunlight he could see Napoleon's eyes looking intently into his own -- eyes that seemed to see every dusty corner of his soul.

Then Napoleon said, "Now you know."

There are some things that simply cannot be described to you. If you haven't experienced them for yourself, you can't begin to know the feeling. If you've never sat by the bed of your father while cancer eats away at his body, you can't begin to know what it feels like. If you've never had a spouse walk out the door knowing they will never return, you can't begin to know what it feels like. If you've never had to bury a daughter before she was old enough to ride a bicycle, you can't begin to know what it feels like.

The list could go on and on. Eventually, I would get to what weighs on your soul. You have friends who try to comfort you by saying, "I understand," but deep down you know they don't.  They can't. Not without experiencing it for themselves, and you wouldn't wish that on them.

What that means, though, is that you are in a position to minister in a special way to people who are suffering the same thing that you have suffered in the past. God is able to use your past painful experiences to help others in a way that no one else can. If you have had to deal with an alcoholic family member, you are in a position to minister to others in that situation. If you have suffered the death of a young child, you are in a position to minister to others in that situation.  If you have raised a child as a single parent, you are able to minister to others in that situation.

The list could go on and on. Eventually, I would get to what you have suffered in the past. It was painful. It was tough to get through. But having done so, be aware of the opportunities you now have to be of service to others. You know exactly how they feel. Let them know that.

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God." (2 Cor. 1:3-4) 

Alan Smith
"Thought For The Day"


May 17, 2010

Held By Natalie Grant

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held

If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our Savior

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held



Missing you so much Taylor...

love, mom, dad and especially Tara.

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