Day +67
WBC 10.6
Sometimes it's hard to think of the right words for the update. It's difficult under the circumstances to try to be both informational and anecdotal. To be real and be encouraging. To be honest and be sympathetic. That's why it's so great when someone else can step up and find the words for us. This is a letter from my Dad, and it's the most encouraging thing we've read yet. We were so moved by this letter, and our spirits were brought up so much, that we thought it best to share it with all of our supporters. Thanks Dad. This really touched our hearts.
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Dear family and friends of Mighty-Max,
I would like to tell you about my recent visit to Minneapolis. After a day of flying from my home in New Hampshire, I arrived at the Ronald McDonald house around 5 p.m. on Saturday, October 11 to relieve Grandma Chick. Despite her assurances that I was about to enter a very special place, I must admit I had more than a few trepidations. Would I see pain, sorrow, pity, or any of the other emotions one might expect to see from people dealing with such serious challenges? From the minute I walked through the front door that evening to the minute I left for the airport this past Saturday, I saw nothing but hope, courage, compassion and above all love. I also came to know the meaning of Super Heroes.
Regular heroes are the historical figures, entertainers, athletes, and others whom we each choose to respect, admire, and sometimes almost worship. In Minneapolis, I had the privilege of meeting people whose exploits far exceed those of my “regular” heroes. These people are on a totally higher level – they are Super Heroes.
Super Heroes are the benefactors, staff, and volunteers (cooks, story-tellers, musicians, teachers, care partners, etc.) of the Minneapolis Ronald McDonald House. They maintain an environment that brings great comfort and solace to all who reside there. I cannot imagine staying in any other place.
Super Heroes are the doctors, nurses, and staff at Fairview Hospital, especially the team up on 4-A. Their dedication and concern for their special patients is so greatly appreciated. (I wonder how long it takes the nurses to commute from Heaven to Fairview each day. I assume they are provided with some special transportation.)
Super Heroes are the children and families who for unknown reasons have been given incredible burdens to bear. I have never seen such beautiful and courageous children and such loving immediate and extended families. Included in this group are Grandma Chick, Grannie Judy, and others who on various occasions dropped everything to quickly bring some needed help to Max and his family both in Chicago and in Minneapolis. Many of you reading this are Super Heroes for what you have done and what you planning to do in the form of fund-raising, comforting messages, and continuing prayers for Max’s recovery.
Super Heroes are my wonderful son Mike and loving wife Margaret who have made all of us so proud. The love they have for each other and for their children is obvious from their poignant updates on the condition of their son. They are handling their situation with the utmost dignity and courage. They are an inspiration to all of us.
A Super Hero is my beautiful granddaughter Grace. She is the smartest, cutest, and most independent three and a half year old in the world. She loves her brother so much and like the other siblings I met, she is forced to sometimes deal with situations that even adults find difficult to comprehend. She is just as strong and brave as the other Super Heroes.
I have saved my greatest Super Hero for last. He is of course my grandson Max (a.k.a. Bubba). He is more important than any historical figure, more handsome than any movie star, tougher than any sports hero, and braver than any Navy Seal. Max is the greatest hero I have ever known and will ever have in my lifetime. I feel so blessed to be his grandfather.
I thank all the Super Heroes for letting me spend a little time in their extraordinary world. They have given me hope, courage, and an understanding of what true heroism is all about.
Love to all,
Grandpa Chick
Sometimes it's hard to think of the right words for the update. It's difficult under the circumstances to try to be both informational and anecdotal. To be real and be encouraging. To be honest and be sympathetic. That's why it's so great when someone else can step up and find the words for us. This is a letter from my Dad, and it's the most encouraging thing we've read yet. We were so moved by this letter, and our spirits were brought up so much, that we thought it best to share it with all of our supporters. Thanks Dad. This really touched our hearts.
______________________________________________
Dear family and friends of Mighty-Max,
I would like to tell you about my recent visit to Minneapolis. After a day of flying from my home in New Hampshire, I arrived at the Ronald McDonald house around 5 p.m. on Saturday, October 11 to relieve Grandma Chick. Despite her assurances that I was about to enter a very special place, I must admit I had more than a few trepidations. Would I see pain, sorrow, pity, or any of the other emotions one might expect to see from people dealing with such serious challenges? From the minute I walked through the front door that evening to the minute I left for the airport this past Saturday, I saw nothing but hope, courage, compassion and above all love. I also came to know the meaning of Super Heroes.
Regular heroes are the historical figures, entertainers, athletes, and others whom we each choose to respect, admire, and sometimes almost worship. In Minneapolis, I had the privilege of meeting people whose exploits far exceed those of my “regular” heroes. These people are on a totally higher level – they are Super Heroes.
Super Heroes are the benefactors, staff, and volunteers (cooks, story-tellers, musicians, teachers, care partners, etc.) of the Minneapolis Ronald McDonald House. They maintain an environment that brings great comfort and solace to all who reside there. I cannot imagine staying in any other place.
Super Heroes are the doctors, nurses, and staff at Fairview Hospital, especially the team up on 4-A. Their dedication and concern for their special patients is so greatly appreciated. (I wonder how long it takes the nurses to commute from Heaven to Fairview each day. I assume they are provided with some special transportation.)
Super Heroes are the children and families who for unknown reasons have been given incredible burdens to bear. I have never seen such beautiful and courageous children and such loving immediate and extended families. Included in this group are Grandma Chick, Grannie Judy, and others who on various occasions dropped everything to quickly bring some needed help to Max and his family both in Chicago and in Minneapolis. Many of you reading this are Super Heroes for what you have done and what you planning to do in the form of fund-raising, comforting messages, and continuing prayers for Max’s recovery.
Super Heroes are my wonderful son Mike and loving wife Margaret who have made all of us so proud. The love they have for each other and for their children is obvious from their poignant updates on the condition of their son. They are handling their situation with the utmost dignity and courage. They are an inspiration to all of us.
A Super Hero is my beautiful granddaughter Grace. She is the smartest, cutest, and most independent three and a half year old in the world. She loves her brother so much and like the other siblings I met, she is forced to sometimes deal with situations that even adults find difficult to comprehend. She is just as strong and brave as the other Super Heroes.
I have saved my greatest Super Hero for last. He is of course my grandson Max (a.k.a. Bubba). He is more important than any historical figure, more handsome than any movie star, tougher than any sports hero, and braver than any Navy Seal. Max is the greatest hero I have ever known and will ever have in my lifetime. I feel so blessed to be his grandfather.
I thank all the Super Heroes for letting me spend a little time in their extraordinary world. They have given me hope, courage, and an understanding of what true heroism is all about.
Love to all,
Grandpa Chick
posted by Mike Ciacciarelli
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