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TRUE STORIES OF HOPE
AND INSPIRATION
BROADCAST JOURNALIST
TAMRON
HALL
My Hardest Story
OVERCOMING
LONELINESS
The Challenge
of a Military
Spouse p.48
Love Wins
A Mother-
Daughter
Relationship
Faces Its
Greatest Test
ANIMALS
& HEALING
How a Golden
Pup Renewed
a 52-Year
Marriage p.32
FEBRUARY 2020
EDITOR’S NOTE
Love Wins
Last month, I told you that 2020 marks the
seventy-fifth anniversary of Guideposts,
founded by Norman Vincent Peale and his
wife, Ruth Stafford Peale, who hoped the
magazine would become part of the national
conversation that Americans were having
as the country went through momentous
changes and challenges.
With this issue, we start a feature called A Moment America Came
Together, unforgettable stories from our archives about how ordinary
Americans have rallied in times of triumph and tragedy, from the moon
landing to the Challenger disaster, from the end of segregation to the
September 11 attacks, from Jackie Robinson’s breaking of baseball’s color
barrier to the release of the hostages in Iran. We may seem divided as
a nation today, but these stories show how our country comes together
in faith and love when the need is greatest. Read our first installment
beginning on page 22.
Christy Johnson, page 38, shares her story as a mother whose daughter’s
sexuality is in contradiction to her long-held religious beliefs. Read
how Christy faced an issue that many readers say you are coming to terms
with in your communities, your congregations and your families.
Can a dog revive a marriage? Certainly it can! Our old friend Carol
Kuykendall explains how the power of a pup sparked new joy for a couple
of empty nesters.
Most of us have had to reconcile our dreams with reality. That’s what
federal judge Debra Goldstein thought she had done and put behind her.
Not so fast, her son said. It’s never too late to start a second career as a…
mystery writer?
Love of country, love of family, the love of a dog, the love of a dream. In
this issue of Guideposts, love definitely wins.
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LIVING LONGER,
LIVING BETTER
16 My First Calling
A judge and her secret dream.
By DEBRA H. GOLDSTEIN
BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA
A MOMENT AMERICA
CAME TOGETHER
22 A Test of Faith
His son was the first
volunteer to try the
polio vaccine in 1952.
By T. W. KIRKPATRICK
PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA
COVER STORY
26 A Spirit of Power
38 NEW BEGINNINGS
Love Wins
A mother’s choice.
Why this journalist
wants to make sure no one
else loses a family member
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who she is Maria Rose Belding, ing their expiration date. The pantry
24, co-launched and runs MEANS, an director spent hours trying to reach
online platform connecting business- pantries around the state looking
es that have surplus food with pan- to share, but Maria Rose ultimately
tries and soup kitchens that need it. tossed hundreds of boxes in the
MEANS stands for Matching Excess dumpster. “It felt so wrong,” she says.
and Need for Stability, a name Maria
Rose came up with as a teenager how she does it MEANS works
while volunteering in her Pella, Iowa, almost like a dating app. Pantries and
church’s food pantry. She graduated soup kitchens check off the types of
from American University in May food they are looking for. When a gro-
2019 and plans to go to med school. cery or other donor in the area posts
an item that’s a match, a message
what she does Maria Rose had instantly goes out. The first organi-
seen firsthand the difficulties that zation to respond gets the donor’s
pantries have connecting with food contact info. The system has found a
donors. Many pantries lack landlines home for onetime donations of 250
or listed phone numbers. If only there pounds of rutabagas, 11,000 pounds
was a way to make the connection of green beans, 42,000 pounds of
online, she thought. As a freshman milk. Even 50 pounds of squab—baby
in college, she met a student who pigeon—donated by a five-star restau-
knew computer coding. The two of rant in Seattle. (“Apparently it goes
them designed the MEANS online great in pork and beans,” Maria Rose
messaging portal in 2014. The non- says.) On average it takes less than
profit, run largely by volunteer high one hour to make a match. Once a
school and college students, serves connection is made, the donor and the
more than 3,000 pantries and soup pantry work out the delivery details.
kitchens across the United States that
have signed up for the free service. how you can do it If you run
a food pantry or a business that has
why she does it Maria Rose surplus food, you can sign up for
was inspired by a sermon her min- MEANS at meansdatabase.org. Or
ister gave on Matthew 25:35. Those contact the director of your local
words, “For I was hungry and you pantry to ask what foods they need.
gave me food,” spoke directly to her. “Some 46 million people get food assis-
She was already volunteering at the tance, and yet we throw away 30 per-
pantry, but now it felt like something cent of our food,” Maria Rose says.
more, a way of directly serving God. “We currently reach almost 7 percent
One day, another church donated of America’s pantries and soup kitch-
10,000 boxes of mac and cheese near- ens, but we want to get them all.” G
Calling
BY DEBRA H. GOLDSTEIN, Birmingham, Alabama
I
looked over my glasses from Oh no. My insides did a somersault.
the bench and asked, “Is there I’d been trying for 10 years to keep my
anything else?” I was confident in writing separate from my career. Scrib-
the details of the case and ready bling mystery scenes in the wee hours
to deliver a standard hearing closing. of the morning as I put in full days
“No, Your Hon—” the attorney be- behind the bench in black robes. For
gan, but his client interrupted. years, nobody had any inkling of what I
“Your Honor, I have one more thing,” did in my spare time, but that changed
the man said. when my first book, Maze in Blue, was
I looked to the attorney. I’d been a published in 2011, followed by a num-
judge for 23 years—a female judge ber of short stories. I was trying to sell
from a time when that was neither ex- another novel, Should Have Played
pected nor particularly respected. I ran Poker: a Carrie Martin and the Mah
a tight ship. It was always “Yes, Your Jongg Players Mystery. Magazines
Honor” or “No, Your Honor.” I made a and local papers were now publishing
face that said, Get your client under articles with titles like “Judge Writes
control. That should have been enough. Book” and “Judge Wrote Mysteries.”
PHOTOS BY TAMIKA MOORE
But today the attorney threw his hands That was the marketing hook. My pri-
in the air, exasperated. vate passion was fast becoming com-
I knew we were in trouble. I turned mon knowledge.
to the client. “Yes, sir. What is it?” I kept a straight face and delivered
“I just want you to know, no matter my ruling. Then I collected my things
how you rule, I’m buying your book.” to head home. In the car, thoughts be-
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LIVING LONGER, LIVING BETTER
W
hen i changed my mind yer in Birmingham, Alabama, arguing
and decided to become an equal pay case of first impression.
a writer, she was all for By 30, I was married to the love of my
it. Still, as an oldest child, life, Joel. We were raising two children
I felt an obligation to please both my from Joel’s previous marriage and,
parents. When I graduated from the later, our own two kids—twins, a boy
University of Michigan with degrees and a girl. I got active in my temple
in English and history, along with and served on numerous community
a teaching certification, my father boards. I published legal articles and
was thrilled. Yet it was my mother lectures. Sure, I still wrote a little. A
who wished me well when I moved to story or a skit here and there. But noth-
New York two days after graduation ing serious.
to find a job in publishing and start my At age 36, I was appointed as one of
writing career. “Follow your dreams!” the youngest federal administrative
she cheered. law judges in the country. One of only
I ended up working for a small pub- 26 women.
lishing house. I liked what I was doing, I knew it was important for me to be
but doubts still plagued me. What if this taken seriously, especially as a woman
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mother loved our blended family, my
work as a Girl Scout leader, my volun-
teer activities and how I centered God
in my life through my temple commit-
ments. I was proud of myself too, but I
wasn’t writing much except briefs and
legal articles. I couldn’t help but feel as
if something was missing.
On top of everything, I often kept late
hours with my youngest son, Stephen,
who hated going to sleep. I wistfully
said one evening how I missed having
more time. Especially time to write.
Nine-year-old Stephen looked up and
said, “Why don’t you just do it?”
I was taken aback. Why not do it?
Because of my job. Because of my
family. Because of my other commit-
ments. But how could I explain that to
WHODUNIT Debra writes what she knows. a child? “Because…” I paused. “You
“I love working out a mystery,” she says. never go to bed.”
When bedtime came, Stephen went
in a male-dominated field. I didn’t frat- right into his room and turned off the
ernize. Didn’t joke. I did sometimes light. No muss, no fuss. With the night
wear something fun underneath my unexpectedly empty, I did what lots
black robes. Some leopard-print or of working moms would have done.
frilly dresses. If I was in the courthouse I watched a movie, painted my nails,
where I had to cross the waiting room read a magazine. In the morning, Ste-
to use the bathroom, I often left my phen walked into the kitchen. “Well,”
black robes behind. I once overheard a he asked, “did you finish?”
claimant warn another, “She may look I felt like an idiot. Here I was preach-
normal in a dress, but just you wait. ing to my daughter’s Girl Scout troop
When she’s sitting above you in black to “reach for the sky” and “follow your
robes, it’s like talking to God.” dreams.” And what was I doing?
For years, I lived by the letter of the It would take almost 12 years of guilt
law, making both my parents proud. I and false starts before I finally sat
was a judge with a heavy caseload, and down to write something significant.
my father was happy knowing I was A friend lent me her beach condo for
chair of my temple’s education commit- the weekend to give me time and space
tee. Not exactly a teacher but close! My to do it. But what kind of story could I
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LIVING LONGER, LIVING BETTER
write? What did I have to say? I’d spent and I stayed up praying. God, do I give
so much time pleasing others that I up my career? What is your will for me?
wasn’t totally sure who I was. I sat I’d sold a book and 13 short stories, but
at a desk and started thinking about there was no promise of future success
what I knew well enough to craft into in writing. As I prayed, I relaxed and
a story. University of Michigan in the opened myself to divine direction. The
seventies. I started scribbling in long- knot in my stomach went away. I felt
hand on a legal pad. By the end of the suddenly at peace.
weekend, I had 85 pages. I kept writ- The next morning, I walked into the
ing, filling more legal pads, and five of office and announced that I wanted no
those original pages went on to become more cases assigned to me. “I’ll work
my first book, a whodunit called Maze out my docket,” I promised. I reckoned
in Blue. I’d become a mystery author it would take another six or seven
at age 56. My mother was thrilled. months to get through all the cases. But
afterward I would be free
to follow my passion.
As I prayed, I relaxed and opened The other judges looked
shocked. An administra-
myself to divine direction. The knot in my tive judgeship was a life-
stomach went away. I felt at peace. time appointment.
“Are you sick?” one of
the judges asked.
My next novel, Should Have Played Another took me aside. “What are
Poker, tumbled out. I loved writing mys- you going to do every day?”
teries and for years thought I wouldn’t I smiled. “Have a life.”
have to choose between keeping my It’s been more than six years since I
respectable job and following my pas- left my judgeship, and I’ve never looked
sion. But the man in the courtroom call- back. I’ve published two more books:
ing me out from behind the bench now One Taste Too Many and Two Bites Too
had me thinking differently. I needed to Many, the first books in Kensington’s
have a talk with my husband about the Sarah Blair mystery series. My life as a
future of my career and our life. writer isn’t exactly what I expected. I’m
“Joel,” I said as I walked in the door at a little disorganized, and I never write
home, “we need to run some numbers.” as fast as I’d like. But I love working out
Was it time to choose? Joel and I a mystery. Have you heard the one about
looked at our finances. We had already how the judge leaves her day job and
put our kids through school. We were lets her dream and God guide her? Took
in good financial shape. We could— me long enough to figure it out. G
was it possible?—make things work.
That is, if I wanted to. Joel went to bed, For more on this story, see FAMILY ROOM
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A Test of Faith
BY T. W. KIRKPATRICK, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Guideposts celebrates its seventy-fifth polio wouldn’t get the disease again
anniversary this year. We’ve been look- if something went wrong.) In 1954,
ing back at stories that mark impor- his father wrote an open letter to his
tant events during those years, mo- son in gratitude for his role in creat-
ments when America came together. ing the lifesaving vaccine.
In the early fifties, polio was a Bill not only recovered from polio
national scourge. The epidemic peaked but thrived. He graduated from
in 1952; there were nearly 58,000 cases, Franklin & Marshall College, went to
with more than 3,000 deaths and seminary and became a minister
some 21,000 people left paralyzed, most in the Episcopal Church. He served in
of them children. several dioceses, scaling back his
KEYSTONE/GETTY IMAGES
The next year, Jonas Salk an- work in the 1980s, when he developed
nounced his polio vaccine. The first post-polio syndrome. He died in 2003.
volunteer to test it had been Bill Here are his father’s poignant
Kirkpatrick, a teenage polio patient. words, as published in the October
(Someone who’d already contracted 1954 issue of Guideposts.
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A MOMENT AMERICA CAME TOGETHER
THE POLIO VACCINE
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A MOMENT AMERICA CAME TOGETHER
walk again, but in three months you Then you talked about your brother.
began to sit up with the aid of a steel “Joe has two young sons, my neph-
back brace. ews,” you remarked. “I’ll do anything
Remember your visit home that possible to help protect them and oth-
Christmas holiday? At midnight that ers from polio.” When you said that, I
New Year’s Eve, Mother and I held you thought of Christ’s words “Greater love
upright while we all sang “Auld Lang hath no man than this…” (John 15:13).
Syne.” She believed that if you stood on We don’t have all the results yet, Bill,
your feet at the beginning of the year but I feel sure Dr. Salk’s work may save
you would continue your progress. thousands of lives. Today I can under-
Three months later, with some help, stand clearly how God works through
all 90 pounds of you stood on your feet. people and how he can use a paralyz-
Dr. Jesse Wright was amazed but stated ing illness such as yours for good.
that you would probably always have to I also learned about the concern and
wear leg braces. “I’ll walk without brac- love of friends. During your illness, our
es,” you said. Within a year, you did. telephone never seemed to stop ring-
Something happened to me during ing. Mattie [the Kirkpatricks’ maid]
this period. Before you were stricken, gathered together a group of people in
I had always considered myself a good her church and held prayer meetings
Christian, attending church, contribut- for your recovery. And your mother
ing money, serving on committees. never let our spirits lag. How I remem-
But I honestly wonder now how ber her in those dark days, by the pi-
much I really believed. At home we ano, playing and singing her favorite
were always too busy to have blessings Welsh hymn, “God That Madest Earth
at meals. When you were so helpless, I and Heaven.”
even questioned God’s existence. A father is fortunate when he can
Then you began to recover and cred- learn as much from his son as I have
ited it to faith and prayer. I felt ashamed. learned from you. You helped me see
It was in June 1952, while still badly that the test of a Christian is how he
paralyzed, that you and 40 other polio meets difficulties, tragedies and sor-
patients volunteered to help Dr. Jonas rows. You also helped me see the mes-
Salk in his experiments with a new sage of triumph in Christ’s experience
and untried anti-polio vaccine. We had on the Cross.
no idea, until told by reporters in the Whether you become a doctor or a
spring of 1953, that you were listed as minister, I know your one concern will
the world’s Case History No. 1 to re- be to relieve suffering, to bring help
ceive the vaccine. and cheer to those in need.
When you persuaded us to sign the Your mother and I are very proud
consent for the test, we hesitated at of you.
first because of the possible danger. Love, Dad G
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M Y S T E R I O U S WAY S
MORE THAN COINCIDENCE
a spirit
of power
As a journalist
Tamron Hall knows
sometimes the call him—and his daughter came into
hardest story is the my life. She was 14 years older than me
one you have to tell and the coolest person I’d ever seen.
Exuberant and generous and so glam-
BY TAMRON HALL, New York, New York orous. I loved going with her to Eck-
erd Drugs in our hometown of Luling,
Y
ou’d think as the host of a Texas, and seeing her work her magic
daytime talk show, encourag- with the drugstore beauty products
ing people to tell their stories, she bought. She’d come out of the bath-
that I would have no hesita- room ready to go out, looking amazing.
tion about telling my own. True, there’s When it came time for my senior
a lot I’m willing to talk about. But one prom, Renate was my stylist, of course.
of the biggest, saddest, toughest and I cringe now at pictures of me in my
most important stories I didn’t share big hair and my fuchsia dress with
for years. I opened up only when I saw long white gloves—this was the late
that others needed to understand, that ’80s, mind you—but I was voted best
they needed to know what I wish I had dressed, thanks to Renate. Later, after
known back then, that lives could be I graduated from Temple University
saved. That my heart need not have with a degree in broadcast journalism
been broken. and was making my way in the busi-
Renate was technically my stepsis- ness, Renate would visit and give me
ter, but that’s not how I would have
ever described her. She was my sister, BLESSED “Before every show, I ask God to
plain and simple. I was eight when my make sure my words have meaning and that
mom remarried. Dad—as I learned to people feel included,” Tamron says.
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COVER STORY
pointers on what to wear. Once it was a morning news show. She brought
a pair of yellow suede pants. “No way,” along the person in her life, someone
I said, looking at myself in the mirror. our family knew, and they stayed with
“Trust me, you look great,” Renate me at my townhouse. That first night
said. As usual she was right. we hung out, went dancing and had
Although her taste was impeccable a great time. The second night, they
in so many ways, in one area it was came to the TV station and she helped
flawed, and I couldn’t understand why. choose my outfit for the next morning.
Not for years. Even as a kid, I remem- They seemed comfortable with each
ber overhearing Mom and Dad whis- other, relaxed. But later that night, I
pering, “That guy is no good for Re- was upstairs and heard a commotion
nate,” or telling her directly, “Why do downstairs. A crashing sound, a thud.
you want to be with him?” Late one I rushed down to see what was wrong.
night when I was in my teens, she came My glass-topped table was knocked
home from a date, her face bruised. She over. Renate stood there, looking dis-
told Dad that the guy she was with oriented, the area above her right eye
tried to attack her and she’d jumped starting to swell. I glared at the man.
out of a moving car. “I didn’t do anything,” he said. “I didn’t
do anything.”
H
ow was it possible that “Get out,” I said to him.
someone so beautiful and “She hit me,” he said, insisting it
confident on the outside wasn’t his fault.
could also be so insecure, “Get out,” I said again and grabbed
seeking validation? Didn’t she know the phone to call Dad.
that God loved her and she deserved to Dad said, “Get him out of your house.
be loved by others? Church and prayer Right away.”
were a natural part of our lives. Dad and I picked up a broom and waved it
Renate went to the AME church, while threateningly until he finally left. Then
Mom and I worshiped at Beth Eden I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer
Baptist. Then we’d all gather at home to give Renate.
for Sunday dinner. We prayed without “You’re too good for him,” I said,
fail before every meal. At Thanksgiv- sounding just like our parents did.
ing, when Renate and I would fight over “You’re beautiful and smart and won-
who got the turkey wings, we thanked derful. You can do so much better. You
God for every good thing in our lives— don’t need a guy like him.” I put Renate
and for me that always included my big to bed and told her to get some rest.
sister. Why would she look for love in Not until years later did I learn how
the wrong places? hard it can be to talk someone out of
One time Renate came to visit me an abusive relationship. You can’t just
in Chicago, where I was anchoring snap them out of it with words of affir-
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next would have been unbear-
able. Still, I ask myself: Could I
have handled things differently?
Could I have made it possible for
her to reach out and talk? Could
I have saved my sister?
The call came a couple of
months later in 2004. Renate had
been found floating facedown in
her backyard pool. She had been
bludgeoned. The police said
there had been signs of struggle,
hair pulled out, her fingernails
broken. Renate had called Mom
the night before and told her that
FAMILY Tamron (in foreground) with her sis- she was ending the relationship. Now
ter, Renate (far right), and their mom and dad my sister was dead.
as they celebrate his seventieth birthday
The police told us to sit tight and not
make waves while we waited for them
mation. Mom and Dad and I had tried to collect more evidence and arrest the
that many times. Victims of domestic person of interest. Meanwhile that man
abuse get caught in a cyclical bond of came to the funeral and sat in front of
trauma, desperately thinking they can me, the man I knew killed my sister. In
change things or that they’re not strong the end, he was never charged due to
enough to leave. I wish I’d said some- a lack of evidence. Because of that, I
thing much more direct, something can’t even legally say his name.
Renate could have responded to, some- Dad’s health went into a precipitous
thing like “You’re in danger with this decline. Mom said that he died of a bro-
man. How can I help?” ken heart. He believed that it was his
I was so upset and afraid for both job to protect his girls. With Renate, he
of us—and frustrated—that the next felt he’d failed. As for me, I didn’t speak
morning I told her that she had to leave publicly about my sister’s death for
too. I couldn’t have her and that man in years. It was too painful, too devastat-
my house again, no matter what he said. ing to talk about. I turned to the Psalms
She could come back by herself but for solace, and my mom and my aunt
COURTESY TAMRON HALL
never with him. Renate packed up and texted me Bible verses every day. It was
left, and we didn’t speak for months. only as I learned more about domestic
Finally, at Dad’s urging, we reconciled. violence that I started to use my posi-
I’m grateful for that. Without it, the tion in the media to help others, to reach
burden of guilt over what happened out to people like Renate, help them free
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COVER STORY
T
oday i use my voice when- son, Moses, who is usually still sleep-
ever I can to help victims of ing, kiss my husband and get ready to
domestic violence. If you know go to ABC Studios, asking God to give
someone who’s trapped in an me the right words—words that have
abusive relationship, listen to them. meaning and understanding—as I in-
Don’t judge. Don’t jump in right away terview people and hear their stories.
with advice. Let them talk. Get them I say that prayer when I tell my own
somewhere safe. (Many churches of- story, urging others to talk about what
fer counseling and a place to stay.) Of- they’re going through. Words matter,
fer to do the legwork, making phone and the right words can save a life. G
calls, scheduling appointments. To be
connected to a resource in your area, For more on this story, see FAMILY ROOM
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ANIMALS AND HEALING
other room to finish up what I’m doing.” We’re beyond that season. Especially
“Sure,” he said again, his back still the puppy season.”
turned to me. “Of course you can,” she said. “You two
I headed down the hall to our bed- have always been dog people, and dog
room and some solitude. Sitting down, people should have a dog. And there’s
I gazed out the window and wondered nothing like a puppy to shake things
why I was getting so nitpicky and up and get you out of your own heads.”
worked up over such minor things After Lindsay left, I wondered how
these days. I appreciated that Lynn did she could possibly know anything
some of the grocery shopping now that about our season of life. But she did
he was retired. But I got annoyed by know us, and so I thought about her
things like his goofy wool hat that made suggestion. For the first time in our mar-
him look like a Smurf or the way he ried life, Lynn and I were truly living in
sometimes shuffled his feet. No wonder an empty nest. We’d always had a dog.
he didn’t seem to enjoy my company A golden retriever puppy was our first
just now either. Of course, marriage has baby. Then came three children and two
its ups and downs, but after 52 years, it more golden retrievers. Ten years ago,
seemed as if we’d fallen into a cycle of after we’d both been diagnosed with ad-
mutual annoyance without even know- vanced cancers, we bought Kemo, our
ing how we’d gotten there. When did last beloved golden, as a reward for fin-
we stop looking at each other when we ishing chemotherapy. We survived, but
talked? When did we start watching Kemo died of cancer last year.
television at dinnertime? This wasn’t “Our last dog,” we’d vowed to each
the way I wanted to love Lynn or live other. We couldn’t go through that
out our lives. Something had to change. kind of grief ever again. Besides, at this
stage, all our friends had stopped get-
ater, when i was cutting up ting new dogs. Still, I had to admit that
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calls and texted several dog-people
friends to see if they had any sugges-
tions. One friend got back to me imme-
diately. “Whatever you do, don’t get a
puppy!” she texted, adding the hashtag
#peopleouragedontdopuppies. I felt a
determination to prove her wrong.
The very next day, I got a call about an
available 12-week-old golden retriever
whose initial arrangement to become a
service dog had fallen through. While
we weren’t ready to commit yet, I knew
this “golden” opportunity wouldn’t last
long. To my surprise, Lynn agreed to
DOG PEOPLE “My husband, Lynn, and I have the trainer bring over the puppy
have always been good at loving something that afternoon. As soon as we saw the
together,” Carol says.
little guy bounding out of the trainer’s
arms, tripping all over himself to meet
Lynn took his time answering. Fi- us, we were totally smitten. I picked
nally he said, “Have you forgotten how him up and breathed in that unmistak-
puppies wreak havoc in the house? able puppy smell, then handed him to
They chew up everything in sight!” Lynn. “You want to come live at our
“I know, I know. They’re trouble, but house?” he asked, nose to nose with
they’re worth it.” the puppy. And that was that. We had
“And what about all the training?” an adorable new member of the family.
Lynn asked. The first task we tackled together
“We’d have to share that responsibil- was buying a puppy crate, a new bed
ity, but I’d take a dog to puppy classes,” and the food the trainer recommended.
I said, my enthusiasm growing. “That “Now we need a name,” I told Lynn. We
would be fun for me.” pondered this important responsibility
We carried on our puppy talk over as we looked at the sleeping puppy.
the next several days. “I’m still not “Needs to be a strong male name.”
sure,” Lynn said several times, but I’d Lynn said. “But not like Bruno or Bubba.”
learned that, when faced with a tough “We’ve always picked names with a
decision, he asked lots of questions special meaning for us, like Kemo and
and voiced doubts in order to reach Rhody from Rhode Island,” I added.
the right conclusion. It was clear he “What about Ezekiel, after the proph-
wanted me to convince him even as I et?” Lynn said. “We learned about
was convincing myself. I researched him last week in Bible study. Ezekiel
local breeders, made a couple phone brought hope and encouragement to his
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ANIMALS AND HEALING
people, and we could use some of both.” open, just like those kitchen cabinets!
I tried out the name. “Hmm, Eze- I yelled for Lynn. “You have to remem-
kiel… No, Zeke! I like it.” ber to close the closet door!” I told him
Lynn smiled. “Zeke it is.” sharply, holding up the ruined shoe.
“Why do I have to keep telling you?”
efore we knew it, squeaky Lynn looked surprised and irritated
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NE
N O R T H A M ER I CA’S WP
ROD
love
wins
What if your daughter told you something about
herself that went against
everything you were taught to believe?
BY CHRISTY JOHNSON, Edmond, Oklahoma
M
y 20 -year-old daughter, Oklahoma City’s gay neigh-
Brittany, had left the comput- borhood.
er on in my bedroom. She’d That couldn’t be right.
been using it to chat with friends. The Why would Brittany want
chat session was still on the screen. to go there?
Maybe I shouldn’t have read it, but I’d grown up in a very con-
I’m a mom and I couldn’t help myself. servative church environ-
“We’ll meet you at the WreckRoom,” ment and raised Brittany
Brittany had written at the end. the same way. Where I came
My husband, John, Brittany’s stepfa- from, the Bible was crystal
ther, walked in. clear about homosexuality.
“Have you ever heard of a place Someone who lived that way
called the WreckRoom?” I asked him. was out of God’s favor.
“No,” he said with a shrug. “Why?” Brittany was living at home
“Brittany’s going there tonight.” while working and attend-
I looked up the WreckRoom online. ing community college. In some ways,
What?! It was an all-ages gay nightclub she was a grown-up. In others, she was
on Thirty-Ninth Street, the heart of still pretty naive. Maybe she just didn’t
know what the WreckRoom was.
FILLED WITH GRACE Christy and her And yet…why was my whole body
daughter Brittany rigid with fear?
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I racked my brain for reassurance nothing came of it. Other than that, she
that Brittany wasn’t gay. There was had never dated, never had a boyfriend.
SHEVAUN WILLIAMS
that guy she pined over in high school Not that John and I gave her much
who was dating someone else. Later wiggle room. We taught a singles
he broke up with that other girl, and class at church based on the purity
he and Brittany went to the prom—but movement. The idea was to avoid ca-
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NEW BEGINNINGS
sual dating and focus on marriage. We the WreckRoom is?” I asked Brittany.
steered Brittany toward group outings “You read my chat session!”
with friends, and she never rebelled “You left my computer on. You are
against that. not going to a gay bar. Homosexuality
The only time she and I had a big dis- is wrong. You know that.”
agreement over this subject was when An expression I had never seen
she expressed curiosity about one of before came over my daughter’s face.
her eighth-grade teachers, who was a Defiance. And something else. She
lesbian. “That’s kind of cool,” Brittany looked wounded.
said when she found out. “How do you know it’s wrong?” she
“It’s not cool,” I replied and followed said. “My friends go there, and I like it.
up with a lecture about what I believed I don’t see anything wrong with it, and
the Bible said about sexuality. Brittany I’ll go back as soon as I get the chance.”
stopped talking about her teacher. She stormed out.
For two weeks, we fought. I quoted
I
called john over to the com- Scripture, gave lectures. Brittany
puter. We stood there staring at never outright said she was gay, but I
the screen, both feeling deeply un- knew she was fascinated by that whole
comfortable. John’s daughter from his subject. Dismayed and bewildered, I is-
first marriage, Melissa, had apparent- sued an ultimatum: “You know what I
ly been questioning her own sexuality believe. If you can’t follow my rules,
as well. Brittany and Melissa were only you have to move out.”
a year apart. Were they influencing Brittany packed up her things and
each other? moved into her own apartment.
Melissa had moved out as soon as The following months were a night-
she turned 18. She and I had a difficult mare. Brittany all but cut me off. She
relationship. Earlier that day, she’d came over for Thanksgiving, but I
driven over from her mom’s house, ruined it by using the opportunity to
where she was living, to hang out with lecture her.
Brittany. They were out now getting Emotions warred inside me. Horror.
something to eat. It was clear from the Fear. Shame. Regret. How could my
chat session that they were planning to own daughter do this to me? And yet I
go to the WreckRoom together. missed her so much!
“They are not going to that place,” I Brittany’s childhood hadn’t been
said to John. easy. My first husband was a drug ad-
“No way,” he said, though we both dict who was abusive and neglected
knew he didn’t have a lot of leverage our children. Once, driving under
with Melissa. the influence, he wrecked his car and
We confronted the girls when they killed Brittany’s youngest brother.
came back. “Do you even know what I had to get out of that marriage. The
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A sudden impulse to open my heart
came over me. I joined her at the table
and told her about the Corinthians pas-
sage. “I don’t know what that means,”
I said, starting to cry. “Am I not even
supposed to eat with you?”
Brittany did her best to remain
stone-faced, but she began to cry too.
We stared at each other helplessly.
When the laundry was done, Brittany
folded everything and drove away.
Soon after, her life unraveled. She
flunked out of college and got a DUI.
To my utter confusion, she moved into
a filthy house with relatives who used
a lot of prescription pain medication.
TOGETHER Christy with her husband, John, Brittany was sleeping on a dirty mat-
and (from left) Melissa, Garrett and Brittany tress on the floor. I went over one day
on their family cruise
to visit. Overwhelmed by depression,
she didn’t even get out of bed.
divorce and her dad’s chaotic life took I was overwhelmed too by emotion.
its toll on Brittany. She was never re- I felt caught between my love for Brit-
bellious. Just quiet and contained, bot- tany and my obedience to what I read
tling up her emotions. There was a lot in Scripture, what I’d been taught to
about her life I didn’t know. believe. I didn’t dare tell anyone at
I thought I’d done everything right. church. What would they say?
Read Scripture to Brittany and her Part of me was relieved that John
brother, Garrett. Monitored what was having his own struggle with Me-
they watched, who their friends were. lissa. Both he and I had endured rocky
Where did I go wrong? first marriages. It would have been so
Reading First Corinthians one day, easy for either of us to sit in judgment.
I came to the part where Paul says One day, I was out getting the mail
that if someone “is sexually immoral when my friend Juli drove by. Juli is
or greedy, an idolater or slanderer, one of the most perceptive, straight-
COURTESY CHRISTY JOHNSON
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NEW BEGINNINGS
“Let me ask you,” she said. “If Brit- trust me. I didn’t want to let her down.
tany had turned out perfect in your John and I decided to take the whole
eyes, would you have taken credit?” family—Brittany, Garrett and Melissa—
“Of course!” I said. on a five-day Caribbean cruise. It
Juli shook her head. “Then you sounded kind of crazy. But we realized
would be full of pride. Whatever Brit- that what we needed most of all was
tany did, it’s God’s job to judge. Your undistracted time together.
job is to love your daughter.” We threw a bon voyage party, and
Juli drove away, and I stood there, Melissa invited her best friend Rob-
feeling stung. Then, to my amazement, bie and his boyfriend. I had met these
a sense of liberation began to build in- young men before and, frankly, found
side me. If Juli was right, I could love them extremely nice and easy to talk
my daughter as she was without hav- to—once I let go of my judgment.
ing to answer all the hard theological They arrived with a huge cake deco-
questions. rated like a cruise ship—a peace offer-
ing. I realized they’d had to work just
R
ight there by the mailbox, i as hard to accept someone like me, a
prayed about it. As clear as day, conservative Christian who disagreed
God replied, Why would Brit- with how they lived.
tany ever want to be with someone as We had a great time at the party
judgmental as you are? and an even better time on the cruise.
Another passage from Corinthians Something must have happened out
came to mind: “Love is patient, love is there on the water. Soon after we re-
kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, turned, Brittany began pulling herself
it is not proud. It does not dishonor back together. She found work and
others, it is not self-seeking, it is not entered into a long-term relationship.
easily angered, it keeps no record of Her partner, Nicole, became like a third
wrongs. Love does not delight in evil daughter in our family.
but rejoices with the truth. It always I no longer hide what I tell people at
protects, always trusts, always hopes, church because I’m no longer ashamed
always perseveres.” of my daughter.
I went inside and called Brittany. I feel closer to God than ever when
“Want to go get coffee sometime?” I remember that he extended infinite
“I would love that!” she said. grace to me, enabling me to extend
Slowly we worked to rebuild our grace and love to Brittany.
relationship. We got coffee. Went to I don’t have all the answers. What I
garage sales. I called her just to talk do know is that the Bible tells me to
and avoided the issue of sexuality. The trust, to hope and to persevere in love.
more we talked, the easier it became. Those are words Brittany and I can em-
I knew it was a risk for Brittany to brace with all our hearts. G
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Change of Direction
BY TERRY BURLESON, Edmond, Oklahoma
O
n the plains of north- three horses for us to use, moseying
west Oklahoma, you can see about the ranch like real cowpokes. At
for miles: nothing but prairie age 57, I was semiretired from a career
grass, clumps of cedar trees in retail management. It felt great to
and rugged red-rock canyons. But even get away for some male bonding.
with my binoculars, I could barely I snapped a few pictures of the bushy
make out the helicopters, one after the cedars, the canyon rims—nothing but
other, dumping water on a wildfire at blue skies above—and texted them to
the horizon. I wasn’t concerned by the my wife, Ande, two hours away. “Noth-
small plume of smoke snaking sky- ing to worry about,” I typed. “Having a
ward. It had to be at least 50 miles away, great time.” She’d seen the fire on the
across the South Canadian River even. news and called a few minutes earlier to
EUGENE R. THIESZEN
That afternoon, my uncle Larry and warn me, but we’d lost the cell connec-
cousin Tony and I had driven to this tion. I didn’t want her fretting. I knew
4,000-acre ranch for a planned three days she’d be praying regardless. All that
of turkey hunting. Larry had brought talking-to-God stuff came harder for
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ing toward us, maybe three quarters
of a mile away. “Get us out of here!”
I screamed. Larry whipped around,
bouncing hard over the gravel road.
How had the fire jumped the river? To
cover that kind of ground so fast would
have taken tornado-like speed. The
flames would be on us in no time.
“What about the horses?”
“What about our trucks?”
“How can we save ourselves?”
We weren’t expecting answers. We
were just trying to keep from totally
losing it. I looked back. Amazingly, we
were gaining on the fire.
Until we ran out of road.
A heavy-duty barbed-wire fence
blocked the way. There was no way to
get the Gator past it. Larry, Tony and I
A raging prairie jumped off and scrambled to the other
blaze and a hunter lost side. But it hardly mattered. On foot,
in the flames we were goners. I called Ande.
“We’re surrounded by fire,” I shout-
ed over the howling wind. “Call 911! We
me. It was hard to imagine him actu- need a helicopter to get us out of here.”
ally listening to anything I’d have to say. The connection went dead.
The wind had picked up, blowing I looked around. Where were Larry
hard from the southwest. We left the and Tony? The smoke was so thick,
horses in the stable by the ranch house I couldn’t see more than a few feet
and climbed into a Gator utility vehi- around me. I yelled for the other guys.
cle, Larry driving, to scout for places All I could hear were the cedars explod-
to draw out the gobblers the next day. ing. The dry grass crackling like pop-
We headed north on a small gravel corn. It was terrifying. I reached in my
road that hugged the ranch perimeter. pocket for my cell phone again. Gone. I
We stopped here and there to look for must have dropped it. That phone was
signs of turkeys. my only contact with the outside world.
We drove for about a mile before Lar-
ry turned to head back south, toward WILDFIRE The April 2018 fire in
the ranch house. As we did, my eyes Dewey County, Oklahoma, burned more
went wide. A wall of flames was rac- than 280,000 acres.
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CLOSE CALLS
But there was no time to look further. me. Somehow I ended up in an area
I stumbled blindly, choking from the that had already been burned, the
smoke. Flames reached out and tagged ground charred black. How I’d gotten
me, burning my clothes. If I didn’t get there I had no idea. It was as if I’d been
some fresh air, I was going to die of carried. I lay on the embers—my scalp,
smoke inhalation. I knelt down, my face my back burning, blistering. I didn’t
near the ground, gasping for breath. even have the strength to lift my head.
I’d never needed God as I did now. “God, please let me live,” I cried out
But I never felt as if I’d done anything in desperation. It was the first prayer
to deserve his help or his love. Ande I’d said in years. I knew I was too late
was up every morning at 5:30, pray- to expect any favors from God. I only
ing and reading the Bible. Me? I’d put hoped he’d be there for Ande. “Let her
nearly everything else in my life first— know I love her,” I whispered.
work, family, chores. The only times Hot wind whipped dirt and ash against
God had felt real to me were Sunday me. The fire would be right behind it,
mornings. For years I’d driven two burning over me. I dug into my pocket
hours every other weekend to look af- and found a handkerchief; I put it over
ter my mother, mow her property. Driv- my nose and mouth. Closed my eyes
ing home, I’d turn the radio to a station tight. A peace came over me. I was ready
out of Tulsa that played old-time gos- to die. I just hoped I’d lose conscious-
pel music, those wide-open Oklahoma ness before the flames reached me.
skies spreading out before me. I felt A minute passed. Then two. I opened
as if I was in the arms of the Creator. my eyes as much as I dared. The flames
I never got that feeling anywhere else. had burned a kind of firebreak into the
I was on my own here. Through the ground just yards away from me. Now it
smoke, the flames biting me every was blowing away from me. A miracle.
step of the way, I made it to the top of a I stood and started walking, no idea
canyon. Momentarily I was above the of the direction I was going. It looked
fire. To the west, maybe a quarter mile like a war zone, blackened cedars lit-
away, I saw a flat area the fire hadn’t tering the countryside. Was anybody
reached, a place clear of cedars. searching for me? I hadn’t seen a single
I half-ran, half-staggered there, then helicopter. In the distance I saw a wind-
collapsed on the ground. I took deep mill and a large, round stock tank on
breaths. After a few minutes, I tried to a concrete slab, a place where I could
stand. Smoke filled my lungs. I fell back lie down, away from burning embers. It
to the ground. Behind me came a roar took every bit of strength I had left, but
like a freight train. I looked back. All I I got there just as darkness fell.
could see were towering flames. I dipped my handkerchief in the cool
I pulled myself to my feet. I went one water I found, washing soot and ash
way, then another, the blaze chasing off my face and wetting my lips. Water,
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anything to earn his love. I thought of
Ande’s prayers, the prayers of folks at
church she had no doubt asked for. I
felt their love too. There on the hard
concrete, without another soul around,
I felt watched over, a feeling I’d never
known before.
“Thank you, Lord,” I prayed. “For
never giving up on me. Thank you for
Ande and the kids, for the life you’ve
given me.” The words came freely, eas-
SPARED “It looked like a war zone,” Terry says ily, as if I were talking to an old friend. I
of the scene of the fire. talked to him all night, about everything
I could think of, making up for lost time.
even though it wasn’t the cleanest, had At sunup, I started walking. Before
never tasted so good. long, I saw a pickup. Two men got out.
I collapsed onto the concrete. The air “Have you been out here all night?”
was still smoky. How much more could one asked. “We were just going to work
I breathe in before it killed me? Would I at the oil rig, but we’ll make sure you
even live till morning? I wished I’d been get help. You’re one lucky dude.”
able to tell Ande and my kids how much “Do you have any water?” I was
I loved them. In the distance, I watched downing my third bottle when a silver
as cedars burst like fireworks, the fire SUV pulled up. My son, Jordan, and
ravaging everything in its path. The sons-in-law, Mark and Sean, and my
flames had surrounded me—by any good friend Don got out. “He’s alive!”
logic, the fire should have consumed they shouted. One of them held a phone
me too. And yet, as if a shield protected to my ear. “Everything’s going to be
me, I’d been spared its full fury. okay,” Ande said. “I love you.”
I looked up. Helicopter lights zipped The boys explained that Larry and
across the sky. But there was no sec- Tony were safe. The horses had survived
ond pass. No one had seen me. I stared as well. A helicopter took me to the burn
up at the majestic starry heavens. The unit in Oklahoma City. As it lifted off, I
view went on forever, beyond what took one last look at the charred land-
my eyes could possibly take in. The scape below. Total devastation. More
COURTESY TERRY BURLESON
only thing I could compare it to were than 280,000 acres would burn. But in
those drives back from my mom’s. That the blackness I saw hope, the promise
overwhelming sense of God’s presence. of a new day dawning, new growth.
He’d been with me then. He’d shielded I was alive because the fire had mi-
me from the flames today. He would raculously changed direction. And so
be with me always. I didn’t have to do had I. G
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The hardest
assignment for this
military wife—
starting over
T
ime to move. again. This would be our sixth move since
My husband’s next set of mili- our oldest daughter, Morgan, was born.
tary orders arrived. Cody is in In those 11 years, we’d moved about
JAMES KEGLEY
the Army. He was being assigned to every two years. The moves were hard
Fort Hood, Texas—1,500 miles from our on Morgan, though eventually she
home in Alexandria, Virginia. managed to make friends. Her young-
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OVERCOMING LONELINESS
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OVERCOMING LONELINESS
off on deployment. The kids had ended extroverts look introverted. She can
up in the care of strangers because walk into a crowd of strangers and
I’d failed to find people to list as their leave with everyone’s phone number.
emergency contacts at day care. “Just talk to people,” she said. “Get
It’s a common dilemma for military to know them.”
families. Often you show up some- “Easy for you to say,” I said.
where in the middle of the school year. “All you have to do is meet one per-
You know no one. Relatives live far son,” Mandy said. “Then you get to
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cally the only people I talked to were
the pizza delivery guy and my next-
door neighbor, who turned out to be a
drug dealer.
Those were some of the loneliest
months of my life. Introverts like alone
time, but we don’t like feeling lonely.
Who does?
I knew what I should do here at Fort
Hood. I just didn’t know if I had it in me.
A month after we arrived, I got an
e-mail invitation to a meet-and-greet
for military spouses. I tried to con-
vince myself the e-mail had been sent
by mistake; it seemed to be addressed
only to spouses of soldiers in positions
different from Cody’s.
“Let me find out,” Cody said. A few
hours later, he called me back. “You’re
invited,” he said. “They specifically
said they want to make everyone feel
welcome.”
“I don’t want to go,” I said.
“Why not? You might meet some
people.”
“I might win the lottery someday
too,” I said, picturing myself standing
awkwardly off to the side as women
chatted happily.
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS “Just go,” said Cody.
Elizabeth and her family are on their sixth I went, a knot in my stomach and a
military move in 11 years. smile plastered on my face.
For a while, I did stand off to the side
know that person’s people. You can as women chatted happily around me.
meet one person.” I overheard someone say she lived near
Could I? Once, before Cody and I had where Cody and I had found a house.
kids, I came back to the U.S. from being Mandy’s voice sounded in my head:
stationed in Germany while Cody was “Introduce yourself! Maybe she could
still in Iraq. For several months, even be your one person.”
after starting graduate school, practi- I felt the familiar reluctance.
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I
stepped forward. when the nearby said.
conversation paused, I summoned The first woman introduced herself:
up my strength, stuck out my hand “I’m Lori.”
and said, “Hi, I’m Elizabeth. I over- “I’m Emily,” the second woman said.
heard you say you live near where my A third woman held out her hand.
family lives. I’m new here too. I thought “Justina. I think we all live close to
I’d introduce myself.” each other.”
Well, that sounded dumb. We also had kids at the same school.
The woman smiled and, to my This time conversation flowed. We
amazement, we started chatting— were still talking after the event ended.
about the neighborhood, kids, schools, One of the things we agreed on: how
past deployments. hard it was to move all the time!
“Maybe we could get coffee some- Not long afterward, we got together
time,” I said. for coffee. Talking to these women was
“I’d love that,” she said. so easy. We arranged to meet at the
We exchanged contact information, park with our kids. Soon we were get-
texted a few times and…never met up ting together for lunch and even going
for coffee. out for dinners periodically.
So much for that. “Can I put you down as my kids’
I tried to convince myself that being emergency contact?” I asked Justina.
alone was preferable to the struggle of I’d penciled in faraway relatives as a
making new friends. If loneliness was stopgap when we first arrived.
the price to pay, then so be it. What “Sure. Can you be mine?” she said.
could I do? Meet one person. We can’t all be ex-
A month later, a second meet-and- troverts like my friend Mandy is. But
greet invitation arrived. Apparently with God’s help, even the biggest intro-
these things happened regularly. vert can meet just one person. We can
“I am definitely not going,” I said to find that emergency contact—and so
Cody. “The first one was a bust.” much more. G
“Just go,” he said, then grinned. “You
know, Starbucks is on the way home.” For more on this story, see FAMILY ROOM
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LIVING WITH CANCER
Prayers
for
Natalia
My daughter’s illness
has tested us both
BY EGLI COLÓN STEPHENS
New York, New York
I
t’s hard to believe that this
past year, my beautiful daughter,
Natalia, and I are again dealing with
life-threatening challenges to her
health. It doesn’t seem so long ago
that our hopes and faith were tested
the first time.
In 2007, Natalia walked her first run-
way at my sister’s college fashion show,
not far from where we live in Harlem,
New York. At 12 years old, my green-
eyed girl was already five foot nine; she
got her height from her father, from
whom I was divorced. As I watched
her sashay down the runway, I was
stunned by how poised and confident
she looked—she was a natural! “I’m
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“We’ll see about that,” I told her. It’s
good for a child to have a dream, but
as the first college graduate in my fam-
ily, I hadn’t gotten a doctorate in urban
education and worked as a teacher so
that my daughter could be a model. I
relented a bit, however, and let my
sister do a photo shoot with Natalia.
They’d just begun putting together a
portfolio in January 2008 when Natalia
complained of pain in her right knee. It
was so unusual for my happy-go-lucky
daughter to complain about anything
that I scheduled an appointment with
an orthopedist.
The cherry blossoms were in full
bloom that sunny April day I took Na-
talia to the orthopedist. After X-rays
were done of her leg, the doctor placed
them on a backlit white screen on the
wall. He pointed to a spot about the size
of a lime on the screen. “That lump you
see on her thighbone is a tumor.”
I grabbed Natalia’s hand. “That can’t
be right,” I said.
“Unfortunately, I’m 99 percent sure
it’s malignant, a bone cancer called os-
teosarcoma. The good news is that it
looks as if we caught it early. I’m refer-
ring you to Memorial Sloan Kettering.”
Natalia’s first and only question to
the doctor was not “Will I live?” but
“Will I be able to walk the runway
again?” How could she ask such a fool-
ish question? She didn’t shed a tear, but
I broke down in sobs when we reached
the parking lot. “Do you know some-
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thing I don’t?” Natalia said. “Stop cry- then remove the tumor and recon-
ing, Mommy. I’m not going to die!” struct her leg three months from now.”
In the three days leading up to Anger and disappointment rose in-
Natalia’s biopsy at Memorial Sloan side me, but I pushed my feelings down
Kettering, I prayed every waking mo- so Natalia would not see them on my
ment. I sent out a mass e-mail to ev- face when she woke up in the recovery
eryone we knew, asking them to join room. As soon as Natalia opened her
us in prayer for my daughter’s healing. eyes, she pulled away the sheets and
My parents and sister came with us to looked down at the bandaged bump of
the hospital. Her dad and other nana the Mediport. I held my daughter in
met us there. I peppered Dr. Morris, my arms, and all I could think was You
Natalia’s orthopedic surgical oncolo- can’t leave me. If you die, I will too.
gist, with questions and suggestions. Memorial Sloan Kettering became
Natalia insisted on knowing every- our battleground in the months that
thing, even the long-term survival rate followed. Natalia’s chemotherapy regi-
for osteosarcoma, which was 70 to 75 men was brutal: three drug regimens to
percent if the cancer didn’t spread. Dr. kill the tumor cells. Less than a month
Morris told Natalia she’d know she had into Natalia’s treatment, her hair start-
cancer if she woke up with a bandage ed falling out in clumps. I found her in
on her upper chest; that would mean the bathroom one morning, shaving
they’d inserted a Mediport for chemo- her head into a baby Mohawk. It wasn’t
therapy. I didn’t let go of my daughter’s long before even that little shock of hair
hand until the second she was wheeled fell out. To match my daughter’s look, I
into the operating room. shaved off my own hair, and we held our
newly shorn heads high all over town.
I
walked down the hallway to Natalia named the leg with the tumor
the chapel and curled myself into a Will, telling everyone, “I will walk
fetal position in a pew. “You know again!” She named the other leg Grace,
I always trust in you, Lord,” I prayed. for my favorite TV show, Will & Grace.
“But the thought of Natalia being cut With each round of chemo, Natalia
open, of losing her… I’ve never been so would say, “Let’s get this party start-
afraid! Please help me surrender this ed!” but by cycle 4, she was so weak
burden to you. Give me your peace.” I that I had to carry her to the wheel-
felt some small measure of release. chair to go to the hospital, and she
The nurse came into the chapel to slept as many as 38 hours at a stretch.
bring me to Dr. Morris. When I saw the I would lie next to her, pleading with
box of tissues on the table, I knew what God for a miracle as I listened to the
was coming. “Natalia’s tumor is ma- melody of my daughter’s heartbeat. I
lignant,” Dr. Morris said. “We’ll start felt helpless in the face of her intense
aggressive chemotherapy next week, pain, but after I set up a blog where we
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well, which it did. Natalia finally came
home after her string of surgeries, and
before she was even out of her wheel-
chair, she insisted on taking my red
stilettos with her to physical therapy.
“My goal is to be able to walk in these
heels,” she told the physical therapist.
“Let’s get to work!”
Within five months, Natalia was
back to dancing around the house. She
ended up putting so much weight on
the leg she called Will that it broke,
along with her internal prosthesis. On
January 12, 2009, nine months after her
diagnosis, she finished the last of her
agonizing 19 cycles of chemo. In mid-
February, another reconstructive sur-
gery was performed. She was left with
an 18-inch scar.
The worst seemed to be behind us.
POSITIVE THINKER Natalia named her right Natalia had excellent health during her
leg Will, for “I will walk again.” teenage years. I enrolled her in enrich-
ment programs and continued to push
could post updates, I felt I was at least her hard in the direction of academics,
doing something useful. The blog be- but she remained as obsessed with
came our bridge to friends and family. modeling as ever. At a parent-teacher
In mid-June, we shared the incredible conference her sophomore year, Nata-
news that Natalia’s scans were clear. lia’s teacher told me she was distract-
The cancer wasn’t spreading. ed and not turning in her homework.
In addition to removing the tumor When I got home that night, I found
and the affected parts of her femur and her practicing her runway walk down
replacing it with an internal titanium the length of our living room instead of
prosthesis, the doctor would also need doing schoolwork. “Listen,” I told her,
COURTESY EGLI COLÓN STEPHENS
to do a knee replacement, she said. Will “you’ve got to let go of this modeling
this ordeal ever end? I wondered. Yet idea. You’re going to need a good job
Natalia remained as resilient as ever. with security and a stable future.”
On the day of her surgery, the rain Natalia looked me straight in the
poured furiously from the sky, just as eye. “I understand that a regular job
it had the night Natalia was born. I took can give you security,” she said, “but
it as a sign that the operation would go what about joy? You know how much I
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love you, Mommy, but I’m not going to positivity in the fashion industry, she
live a life half-lived, not even for you.” insisted that the scar on her leg never
It was as if we were from different be airbrushed away in photographs.
worlds entirely. Oh, Lord, I asked, why Then in January 2019, we found our-
did you give me such a strong-willed selves back at Sloan Kettering. Natalia
child? I put Natalia on a weekly con- was diagnosed with renal medullary
tract to keep up with all her school- carcinoma, a rare cancer of the kidney.
work; if she failed to do so, her privi- Her right kidney was removed, and in
leges for the weekend, such as going March she was declared cancer-free.
out with friends, were revoked. Her We were ecstatic. But our happiness
academic performance dramatically was short-lived. In mid-October, the
improved, but she still
insisted on modeling in
school and community I’ve learned that God gives me peace
fashion shows.
Natalia made her of-
in my heart when I’m making the right
ficial debut on the run- decision and anxiety when I’m not.
way at a New York bridal
show when she was 18. I
watched as she glided down the catwalk doctors informed us that the cancer
in a sparkling long white dress. Not only had returned, this time in her lungs.
was she breathtaking, but she radiated Natalia decided that after such a hor-
pure joy and comfort in her own skin. ribly draining experience 12 years ago,
Suddenly I understood: This beauti- she would not undergo any chemother-
ful dream was what had sustained her apy. Instead she embarked on nontra-
through all the grueling trials of her ill- ditional treatments. She said, “This is
ness and recovery. I clapped my heart what God is telling me, Mommy.”
out for my daughter, bursting with In the years since Natalia became
pride that she had fought tooth and ill the first time, I’ve learned that God
nail to reach her goal. gives me peace in my heart when I’m
While attending college, Natalia did making the right decision and anxiety
more fashion shows and photo shoots, when I’m not. Back then, I spent my
although she didn’t sign with an agent days drowning in fear and anxiety, un-
until she was 23. That’s when her ca- able to fully surrender to the mystery
reer really took off: She walked in sev- of the unknown. But this time, as I fully
eral shows at New York Fashion Week support Natalia in her decisions, I am
and was featured in Elle and Vogue at peace. I can let go because God made
magazines. She appeared on Season 17 my daughter so strong, so grounded in
of Project Runway on Bravo TV. As a faith. Her spirit remains unbroken, and
way to advocate for inclusion and body so does mine. G
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called by God. She then goes to visit the rich people making a big show of
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John the Baptist, to share the good the temple, calling attention to their
news. These two women are major fig- wealth, he points to a poor widow
ures in the age-old story, but as I kept who throws in two small copper coins,
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out at me. erything she has.
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I thought back to an Easter sermon
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at the Crucifixion it was the women
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stuck around till the bitter end, mourn-
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going to the tomb with spices, who
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lowed them the vision that was beyond
their greatest hopes, a reminder that
sadness can open us up to unexpected
the hem of Jesus’ robe in the midst of revelations.
a crowd. Her bleeding stops. He feels Every character in the Bible feels
the power leave him and calls her out. extraordinary—in extraordinary times
“Daughter, your faith has healed you,” and extraordinary situations. But those
he says. “Go in peace.” who got called out are often not the ones
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“Y
our boots will be ready in two
weeks,” the saleswoman said,
practically brushing me off. “Pick
books, he seemed to say. The one
about humor.
Praying for a rude stranger was bad
them up then.” enough. Now God wanted me to give
“Thank you,” I muttered, a little her a book? A book that had taken
resentfully. I’d always had friendly ser- me several years to
vice at this shoe shop, so the sales- write? It seemed
woman’s behavior came as a surprise. like a waste, but I
“She was perky and friendly at signed the book
first,” I said to my husband, Kevin, and put it in my
after we walked out. “Then her purse. Maybe I’d
friends showed up and she couldn’t throw it at her.
get rid of me fast enough.” I spied the sales-
“Maybe she’s new at this,” Kevin woman the mo-
said. “She’ll learn.” ment I walked into
“She should have learned already,” JEANETTE the shoe store.
LEVELLIE
I said. “Maybe I’ll say something I held up the book
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when I go back.” and called out to
I didn’t plan to give that rude sales- her in my cheeriest
person another thought until then. But voice. “I have a gift for you!”
the very next morning, when I made The woman’s face lit up. “This is just
out my daily list of people to pray for, what I need!” she said, flipping through
her face popped into my mind. It felt the pages. “I’m going to share this
as if God wanted me to include her. with my aunt. She hasn’t been well,
Really, God? I thought, scribbling a and she needs all the laughter she
note on my pink notepad. She certain- can get these days. How did you know?”
ly didn’t care about me. Maybe God I was tempted to tell her but
needed my help to change her attitude. thought it best to let the gift speak
When the time came to return to for itself. “It just came to me,” I said
the store for my boots, the salesper- with a genuine smile. I’d needed to
son’s face popped into my head again. give that book to her as much as she
It seemed God had another instruc- needed to receive it. G
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FAMILY ROOM
MEET THE PEOPLE IN OUR PAGES
“C
oming back to
Virginia was like
coming home,” says
Elizabeth Gray (Rede-
ployed, page 48). Her
family completed its sixth
move last summer when
her husband, Cody, got a
new Army assignment.
Per tradition, the trip had
a few stops. First up
was an elephant park in
Oklahoma. “I promised
the girls something big,
but they didn’t guess
GRAY Elizabeth and her family are flourishing in their new home.
it would be as big as an
elephant!” Then an old
diamond mine in Arkansas, where
they found neat rocks (but no dia-
monds). They also stopped at the
“M
y prayers have truly been
answered by all the help and
support I’ve been given during
National Civil Rights Museum in my writing career,” says Debra H.
Memphis, Tennessee, before reaching Goldstein (My First Calling, page 16).
their new home. Getting Her first two books were
settled was easy—they supposed to lead their
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x Renate Fund at Safe Horizon (visit
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Conditioners so they can develop into a strong
booklet and turn to support system. “I wanted to find
a way to help the next sister, mother,
it in stressful times. The
friend who does not know what
phrases from Scripture and to say but knows there is a problem,”
guidance from Dr. Norman Tamron says. She also dedicated
Vincent Peale keep my an episode of her new syndicated
thoughts in the right place.” Tamron Hall Show (weekdays on ABC)
to domestic violence, interviewing
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Leroy, as well as three survivors.
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