A New Start for Michael After Tragedy

For those of you who know me already, you’ve probably heard the names Bruce, Michael, Toa and Max many times before. These were my next door neighbors in Santa Rosa, California. [Max being the cute mini Australian shepherd who stole my heart day one!]

Bruce was a unique man; a rugged 60 year old something. He was often working on one of his many bikes, drinking an orange soda, and wearing baggy jeans. He used a bungee cord as a belt because he thought it worked better. Bruce endured many hardships in life, yet his character remained comedic, friendly, warm and protective. I didn’t know back then when I met him on his stoop just how close we would become. Bruce and I lived completely opposite lives; yet we discovered deep friendship through our curiosity for one another.

Bruce had a son named Michael. Michael was, at the time, sixteen years old; quiet and well dressed, determined and studious. Michael is someone I would describe as a model student athlete, with his commitment to straight A’s and sports practices after school. On those early mornings, he could be found in the backyard working out with minimal equipment before class began. Michael ranked top in the state for both cross country and track & field. Both of his parents struggled with addiction throughout his life. Bruce fought for his sobriety; always telling me how he wanted to continue to be the best father he could be for Michael.

I don't know where my curiosity to get to know Bruce, Michael and Max came from. I only know that I was so incredibly happy to have them as my next door neighbors. I got the feeling that these men were not always treated kindly or as equals because of their unfortunate struggles in life. And yet, these struggles did not have the power to harden them. Bruce and Michael were the ones who would run right over when I needed help, and would’ve given the shirt off their backs if I [or anyone] needed it.

Michael, at the time, was a busy 16 year old kid. He was rarely home and kept to himself. When I would offer him a ride or groceries, he never once accepted. Michael was the most independent, intelligent, and mature kid I had ever met. I always knew it was because he was forced to be. He was left without choice but to take the world on without any armor.

Fast forward, a couple years after moving in next door to Bruce, Toa, Michael and Max, – the unimaginable happened. Michael arrived home from school to find his father deceased. I was one of the first people to have gotten there, and immediately took Michael for a walk around the neighborhood. I promised him that no matter what, it was going to be ok. I felt lost, trying to give this incredible young man reassurances after his only present parent had just passed. I told him that no matter how hard it will feel, things will work out. I made a promise without knowing.

Without minutes getting back to the house, a woman showed up. I will keep her name anonymous. This was Michael's best friend's mother, and while it was the first time I had met her, Bruce always told me about this incredible family. While she was speaking to the police, she stood tall, spoke loud and clear, and said “Michael will come with me and my family. He will live with us now.” I knew in my heart in that moment, that Michael was going to be ok. Since that day, Michael has been living with that family, enduring his healing and grieving process.

Fast forward to today– I hadn't seen Michael in over a year. And then this afternoon, I was in my old neighborhood and I saw him walking. I almost ran him over as I screamed out the window, “MICHAEL!!!!”.

Michael was grown. Smiling. Strong looking. He told me that he will graduate high school this June. He got into UC Santa Cruz for Business, and departs this summer. I drove away in tears, my heart pounding, knowing how proud Bruce would be.

Tragedy happens. It strikes when we’re least suspecting it. And it’s these true but unfortunate stories, where a child is given such a difficult life at no fault of their own. And, yet, they learn to persevere and remain determined to live a good life.

With that, I am sharing their story as I invite you all to join me in this fundraising effort. The money raised will allow Michael to leave for school with money for books, food, hobbies, and anything else he may need on this new exciting journey he is so deserving of. Whether your donation is small or large, each dollar helps to provide him with the security I believe Bruce wishes he could have. We are doing this in Michael’s best interest, and in Bruce’s honor.

Thank you for taking the time to share in Michael and Bruce’s story. Take care and spread kindness.