Finding out how awesome your friends are.
Most people reading this know that back in August of this year I made the decision to move my boys and myself from California to Arizona. We relocated to a beautiful town in the mountains called Prescott Valley. That move obviously required that I leave my employer for the last 15 years and strike off on my own, an endeavor I’ve always dreamed of undertaking and finally took a chance with. So off we went to Arizona, me technically jobless, and started a new chapter of our lives. As with any new business start-up getting through the first few months is always tough, and I am encountering that first-hand. As my finances rapidly depleted I began to wonder as to the sanity of my decision and whether I had finally made a decision in my life that I was going to regret.
That brings us to the Christmas season, my older two boys knew of our financial situation, and that it was going to be a VERY simple holiday season (though I am not completely sure they understood just HOW simple). As Christmas day rapidly approached I began to feel that I had finally failed them despite knowing they still fully supported the move out here. While I still struggle to find the amount of work needed to sustain our household, I had obligations to meet such as getting my middle son to see his mother for the holidays. Luckily my friends that I had been working with (and them doing so patiently most months) to purchase a car, asked if I would like to return the car to them so their son could use it. I took the opportunity to drive the car back to them, drop my son off with his mother, then fly back home (courtesy of my father since I couldn’t afford the plane ticket).
That brings us to the Tuesday night before Christmas. I flew home in the evening, took the boys to get some dinner, then returned home to take care of some work I had for my old employer. The mounting bills, and lack of income has put quite a damper on my sleeping habits, so I found myself awake quite late that evening and trying to keep myself occupied and take thoughts off everything just for a bit. As I hopped around on Facebook I noticed one of my friends (whom I had returned the car to) posted a picture of a freeway at night with the caption “road trip!”. I didn’t recall him mentioning he had to go anywhere and contemplated texting him to see if everything was all right, but figured he was occupied with whatever might be happening to require a late night drive and would contact me if I could help. A few hours later I noticed another friend post about the thought of living on Happy Valley Road, which is a road just outside of Phoenix not far from where I live. Again, I wrote it off, not putting much thought into it and figuring there are more places with that same name in other towns. Finally about 3am I headed off to sleep.
Just after 4am, I was awakened to a knocking at my door. When you are first awakened you tend to lie there for a moment trying to figure out if it was your dream or not, so as I lay there contemplating it and attempting to recall if/what I was dreaming I heard it again. Yep, someone was at my door. Dreading it might be the landlord demanding some money or that we relocated, I stole a peek outside my bedroom window. Yep, there was a car in my driveway, and I couldn’t quite place it. As my sleepiness began receding more and more rapidly, the knocking became incessant and not something one could ignore. Finally reaching the front door, I swung it open to find my two friends from California standing on my front porch. Between the sleepiness, and being dumbfounded by those particular two people standing in my doorway, I stood there speechless. They stepped inside and told me they had something to show me and that I needed to come outside to see it.
Putting on a bit more (it was snowing outside after all) I followed them outside. One my front steps my friend slipped on the slick ice on the steps and fell rather hard. I am still worried about what damage that may have done, but it didn’t stop her face from glowing from the wonderful thing she had helped put together. It seems that all my friends from the bowling league I was a part of for somewhere around 17 years had all pitched in to “help out a family in need”. I had seen comments on Facebook about them doing that, but never in a million years had imagined that MY family was the one they were banding together to help. After all, there are so many other families out there that are so much worse off than mine was. But it wasn’t about that (though it took me a few days to wrap my head around just that simple fact). Rather it was about friends helping out one of their own.
The car was packed as full as could be, with the only room left open where both of them had sat for the 6+ hour drive to my house in the middle of the night. There was food to fill my pantry, jackets to keep the boys warm (we had California desert clothes after all, nothing designed for being in snow as often as we are finding ourselves now), and presents to place under the tree for Christmas morning. We unloaded the car, and just like that they were off. They both had to work the next day and had given up their precious sleep, and spending time with their own families, to bring the most wonderful of gifts to mine. I am still awestruck and get teary eyed even as I write this over a week later.
I don’t know how to say thank you enough to everyone that contributed, and I know they didn’t do it for the thanks, but rather because that’s just who they are. I can be proud that if nothing else, I have surrounded myself with the types of friends that will go above and beyond as my friends to ease my worry a bit and make my kids realize there are some truly wonderful people in the world. I decided the best way to say thanks would be to “pay it forward” and was given such an opportunity just a few days later, as we arrived at my sister’s house on Christmas Day and she mentioned that her and my niece would be getting up the next morning to go feed the homeless. I decided it was a sign, and joined them in that adventure (which I’ll write about in detail in a future blog post). It was a wonderful experience and one that I plan to repeat many more times.
Thank you to everyone who took part and made Christmas for me and my boys so much more memorable. It wasn’t about the fact of what they got in a possession sense, but rather that they got to witness, firsthand, the wonder of friends and what being someone’s friend truly means. There isn’t anything I could do that I feel would be repayment enough for the kindness and love shown to us, so I’ll just keep doing whatever presents itself (and some things I’ll search out on my own) to keep paying it forward and spread that love to more people.
I love every one of you, friends, family, acquaintances, and hope that I never do anything that would make you feel disappointment in me. As we bring 2009 to a close, I know that 2010 will be one of the best years ever as I am now more aware than ever of the potential that awaits each of us. Be safe in the new year and continue being the awesome people you are!
Love,
Gerg, Amanda, Josh, Billy, and Brent