Philanthropy
What Kind of World Do You Want? - Learning to Fall
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Wed, 03/17/2010 - 13:28Last night, I received a Facebook invitiation from Dan Navarro to a Cyber Listening & Viewing Party to Raise ALS Awareness!. Dan Navarro and Eric Lowen are fantastic musicians that Kim and I have often heard at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival.
Six years ago, today, Eric Lowen was diagnosed with Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), commonly known as Lou Gehrig’s disease. Over the years, we watched him go from walking with a cane, to riding around in the mud of Falcon Ridge in a wheel chair and finally, no longer performing with Dan or being able to physically attend Falcon Ridge.
Through all of it, he has continued to be an inspiration to all of us and wrote a great song, ‘Learning to Fall’. There is a video of Eric and his friends performing this song a couple of years ago that was set up as a fundraiser. So, today, take a moment off from the celebrations of St. Patrick’s Day and watch Learning to Fall. Then, join the Cyber Listening & Viewing Party to Raise ALS Awareness event on Facebook and spread the word.
Thanks.
CT Underhound Railroad, Half a Year Later
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Wed, 02/10/2010 - 14:19Last August, Fiona and I gave a ride to a young pit bull rescued from the Hartford Pound. It took the efforts of several people to save the young dog.
First, Sherry, an animal control officer in Hartford reached out to people that might be able to help. A woman in Maine had a place where the dog could be fostered, if there was some way to get her up to Maine. Fiona and I couldn’t drive up on the day that the dog needed to be picked up from the pound, so another person pulled the dog from the Hartford Pound and took her over to the Sadie Mae Foundation where she stayed for a couple days. Finally, Fiona and I picked her up and drove her up to Maine. Another woman picked her up from us and brought her to her foster home. Eventually, she found her forever home.
After the trip, I set up a mailing list for the CTUnderhound Railroad. Over the past half year, we’ve set up a website, a group and fan page on Facebook and have touched the lives of many dogs. As we look at our next half year, we’ve been thinking back over the past half year, and how we can be most effective.
Besides finding homes for dogs in need, we also need to work to make sure that there are fewer dogs that end up in the shelters, and we’ve worked hard to encourage spay and neuter programs. We also want to encourage town animal shelters to adopt best practices to make sure that these dogs find safe homes as quickly as possible.
The group has worked together to create a spreadsheet of town shelters as well as to reach out to various animal control officers. Currently, we are listing the Petfinder pages of forty-four town shelters on the CT Underhound Railroad Shelters Page.
This morning, I did a quick census of dogs on these pages. I counted 125 different dogs of twenty eight different breeds in these shelters looking for homes. Almost half of them are pit bulls. Pit bulls can be wonderful pets when they are properly taken care of, and I hope that people looking for a new pet seriously consider adopting a pit bull. However, I realize that for some people that is not an option and there are many other wonderful dogs in the shelter of Connecticut. If you are looking, please spend time looking through this list and seeing if there is dog that meets your needs.
The first half year of the CT Underhound Railroad has been more successful than I ever imagined it would be when we first started, and hopefully the second half of our first year will be even more so.
The Feast of Stephen
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Sat, 12/26/2009 - 09:52Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
Today is the Feast of Stephen, or Boxing Day. We don’t particularly celebrate this in the States, but it is an important day to note. The song Good King Wenceslas is set on the Feast of Stephen, and captures the spirit of the day, giving to those less fortunate. The meaning of the Feast of Stephen came home to me last night in a comment to a blog post I’d written a year and a half ago.
A year and a half ago, I wrote Clarence and Lori : Foreclosure, Bankruptcy, and Suicide; a post about my own financial struggles and recovery, as well as about a friend that did not recover. Last night, a visitor to my blog wrote:
Someone please send us an angel..........I have to close my business with chapter 7 and I am going down personally as well ( chapter 7 ) I only started the process and I do not think I have the strength or will to go through it. Thoughts of suicide always run through my head. I have alot of family and friend support and my wife as well...but she blames me for all of it too.....and she is right in a sense....I made a bad situation worse.
I hope someone is listening........
I listened, and sent the writer an email offering what I could for hope. Those of you that believe in the power of prayer, should lift up Michael.
When I was younger, fortune smiled kindly on me. I went from one successful job to another, only to find better pay and more success. I gave of my time and treasure to the church and life seemed simple. Yet things were not as good as they seemed and my marriage fell apart. For the first time, it seemed, I started running into problems bigger than I was.
As I stayed with friends while I tried to put my life together, one of them thanked me for giving them the opportunity to help someone. It had never occurred to me that my honest need for help from people around me could be a gift to them. Another person commented about the great hero myth as captured in the work of Joseph Campbell. The hero goes through trials and returns a changed person, bringing back the bounty gained through the tribulations. What have I brought back?
Perhaps, some of it is the spirit, not of Christmas, but of the Feast of Stephen. It is a hard won lesson, that no matter how ‘self-made’ we are, we all depend on God, and perhaps most importantly on God’s grace and love as shown through the people around us. It is a hard won lesson of gratitude for what we have that really matters, not the trinkets, or even somehow managing to avoid chapter 7 bankruptcy. It is our connections to our family, friends and neighbors, it is experiencing God’s love through them that matters. It is enduring hope, that even when things are at their bleakest, we can experience God’s love through the unexpected kindness of strangers.
So please, think about the Feast of St. Stephen as you go about your day. Think about Michael and his tribulations. Think about those around you that may be struggling and you might not even know it.
Happy Feast of Stephen.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
#arrow Provides and Important Christmas Message
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Wed, 12/23/2009 - 22:59I settled down into my pew while my eight year old daughter practiced for the Christmas Pageant. She was practicing her lines,
"Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
The toddlers who were playing sheep in the pageant were climbing over pews and it was the sort of chaos that generally accompanies Christmas Pageants. It was warm in the church. There were some good people trying to direct the kids. As soon as the rehearsal was over, we would go over to my father-in-law’s house dinner.
While I waited, if played with my cellphone. It is a pretty powerful new smartphone, and I started by checking Twitter. I don’t remember exactly which tweet it was that caught my attention, but it went something like this:
leslie Help #arrow on Facebook: http://is.gd/5z8zz in case you missed the first few tweets
I checked to see what other posts on Twitter were about #arrow and found
truckersnews RT @longhawl: @truckersnews Help message board for stranded Arrow Trucking drivers http://bit.ly/6QwyQF #arrow#trucking #truckers #Travel
This lead me to the Facebook Page to Support Stranded Arrow Trucking.
I did a little more searching. A headline on WLTX reported 900 Drivers Stranded After Arrow Trucking Shuts Down.
“Many drivers learned that the company had folded only after filling up their rigs and discovering the company's fuel credit cards would not work.”
I thought back to the Christmas Pageant. In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock by night, and tweeted “#arrow In that region there truckers stranded when their company suspended operations. Then an angel of The Lord appeared to them ...”
Reading through Facebook and Twitter, I read of people reaching out to help those around them; to help others get home for Christmas, as well as face the difficulties of they would encounter picking up the pieces after the company they worked for failed.
My mind drifted to the Richard Shindell song, The Next Best Western
Whoever watches over all these truckers
Show a little mercy for a weary sinner
And deliver me Lord, deliver me
Deliver me to the next best western
So, this Christmas, my thoughts and prayers go out to the truckers stranded when the company they were working for suspended operations. My thoughts and prayers of gratitude also go out to all of those that have stepped up to help out stranded truckers.
‘For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'
40"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'
In the version I have it goes on to say, “Remember that trucker you helped out in Tulsa Oklahoma?”
So, this Christmas as you come adore the infant Jesus, keep your eyes up for where you give aid to The Lord. Merry Christmas everyone.
Sadie's Dream
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Mon, 08/10/2009 - 09:16The young pup romped along with other young strays weaving in and out of the silent procession of venerable old dogs and cats. In the distance was a magnificent edifice. It was a gleaming bridge of every color. Sadie had heard that on the other side of this rainbow bridge was a land where humans were always kind and there was always enough food to eat.
After her life on the streets of Hartford, she longed for such a place. Yet one of the wise old dogs pulled her aside. “It is not your time yet,” he said. “There are kind humans on this side of the rainbow bridge that will care for you and make sure you are well fed.”
Sadie didn’t believe it. More often than not, humans threw sticks and stones at her as they chased her away from the few garbage cans where she could find any food. “You have an important mission,” the old guard continued. “You must help humans understand the joy of saving and caring for your fellow dogs.”
At the steps of the rainbow bridge, Sadie paused. She smelled the scent of so many great dogs that had gone before. She heard voices talking about home, saying the words “forever”. She marked the corner of the bridge as the voices became louder.
Then, she awoke. She was in a cage in a new kennel. The thin blanket and her even thinner skin provided little comfort for her weary aching bones. Two new humans had entered the kennel and the other dogs were all barking, “Take ME to a forever home! Take Me! Take Me!”
Two weeks ago, she had been captured by a human in Hartford and taken to the pound. She had been there ten days; as long as any pup ever had been known to stay at the Hartford pound. She had no idea how close she had come to being forced across the rainbow bridge. Then, a male human came to the pound and picked her up. He was a kind man, and although she was excited about sitting in the front seat of a car and catching many new scents as she stuck her nose out of the passenger side window, she soon fell asleep with her head on his lap.
The pound had not been a bad place. Sure, she did not get as much attention as she craved. There was no human pups to take her romping in the fields, but for the first time in her life she had had a decent meal ten days in a row. Could this kind man be taking her to her forever home?
She was disappointed when he left her at a kennel. It was small and the humans there were very kind. The other dogs said that this was a place where people came to take you to your forever home and you could stay for longer than ten days if you had to.
The two new humans, a grown male with hair on his muzzle and a young female pup walked past the dogs that had been waiting so long at the kennel and came to Sadie’s cage. They talked with a human that had been at the kennel all day and had fed Sadie earlier in the day. They put a collar on Sadie and walked her outside on a leash. The humans seemed kind, but cautious. Would these be the humans that would take her to her forever home?
They lead her to their car. It smelled wonderful; the smell of food that young human pups often spill in their cars or on the floors of their homes. Sadie managed to score a few crumbs here and there before settling into the passenger seat. Again, her nose worked overtime as the car started rolling and she encountered a new set of smells.
The car rolled and rolled and rolled. Soon Sadie was asleep. At times she awoke, was lead out of the car where she sniffed around for a little bit before the humans got back in the car and resumed the trip. The human pup spoke kind words to Sadie and told her to dream of a home more beautiful that she ever imagined. Sadie’s dream of the rainbow bridge came back to her, as did the words of the wise old dog. Yes, there were kind humans in the world, and Sadie wondered where this adventure would take her.
After what seemed like forever, they stopped again. This time they met another human, a young female, who put a new collar and leash on her. Again, Sadie was in a car with a kind human. Again, she sniffed at the air and then fell back a sleep.
When the car stopped the next time, the human lead Sadie out of the car. They were in a land with more trees than Sadie had ever seen. The trees were not all marked or surrounded by trash and metal. The smells were wonderful and the human walked for a long time with Sadie.
Sadie felt the stress of living on the streets of Hartford disappear. She felt the stress of long car rides fade. Yes, the car rides were fun, but they were also stressful, since Sadie had no idea where they lead, and they always seemed to end up somewhere different. Her dream about the rainbow bridge came back to her. Perhaps the wise old dog was right. Perhaps she was on an important mission to help humans understand how to be kinder to dogs.
After the wonderful romp in the woods, she was lead back to the car, and this time went for a short ride where she met another kind human. The house had all the smells of a kennel, as if many dogs had come and gone. She was given a wonderful dinner, a great place to sleep and more sweet attention that she had ever been given by a human. Yes, this was the way life should be.
Note from the human with the hairy muzzle: This is my fanciful recounting of the story of rescue #54 whom my daughter and I called Sweetie as we took her from the Sadie Mae Foundation kennel in Bolton, CT up to Maine where another friend took her to a foster home.
Note: Please vote for Rescue #55, Sweetie, Sadie, or whatever her forever family ends up calling her in the Cutest Dog Ever Contest.
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