We all have days where we feel like anything and everything that could possibly go wrong, has gone wrong. We feel like we've been forgotten as we face trial after trial, and we often wonder why everyone else has it so much easier than we do.
And then we watch as someone goes through something so unfair it's hard to believe it could be happening in the first place. And before they can even begin to recover, they get hit with another blow. And then another. And another. And you watch as hit after hit comes, and you wonder how it could be real, how it could happen to anyone, let alone all of it to the same family. How could anything be so unfair?
Let me tell you about my friends, Don and Stacy Larson. Don and Stacy are the kind of people every community needs. They are the first to offer help, and often the last of the helpers to leave—the kind who stay until the smallest parts of the job are done. They offer friendship and a sense of belonging, never expecting anything in return.
They've been dealt their share of rough hands.
Don is a combat veteran who carries the scars of his service—both mental and physical—every day of his life. He was discharged due to his various injuries after 13 1/2 years, unable, through no fault of his own, to reach full military retirement. He’s a dedicated employee and devoted father.
Stacy is one of the kindest people I know. She is the kind of mother any of us would be lucky to have, raising children—some with special needs—and standing by her husband as he carries the after effects of fighting in a war. She chooses to have faith, both in the Lord and in others, despite the trials her family has faced.
Stacy and Don have worked hard to build a home for their family, and after multiple setbacks, they were starting to build something modest, but beautiful—a refuge for their family from all they've faced.
Then the unfairness came.
In October, they came home to find that a toilet had overflowed in their upstairs bathroom, running for two hours before they came home to discover it. The bathroom was ruined. And the hall. And the floors and ceilings, their three sons' bedroom, and the only other bathroom in the house. The house had completely flooded.
They called their insurance company and had to relocate their family of six in one day, not knowing where they could go.
The tear out and rebuild, they were told, would take a month. After a lot of prayers, they found a place to stay. They could make it a month. Then they were told it was worse than they first thought. It didn't take a month—so far it's taken five months—and it's still not done.
But they had insurance right? It had to be covered, after all, that's what insurance is for, right? It should be fine... But reality and what "should" happen don't always line up. It shouldn't take so long. The damage shouldn't be so bad. The damage should be covered. And somehow in all the should's being thrown around, Stacy and Don are moving back into a house that hasn't been fixed, with a decision from their insurance company that they will only cover a third of the work that has already been done, because that's what the original estimate says it "should" have cost.
And now the companies who did the work are coming to Don and Stacy, who are at the mercy of their insurance company. When Don and Stacy pushed back, they were threatened with having a lein put on their house and told they would be sent to collections, something that could undo all the work they've done to provide a stable home for their family.
None of this should have happened.
Insurance should have covered it.
The workers should have been paid.
Their home should be finished.
And Don and Stacy— a couple who gives to anyone they can—shouldn’t be stuck with a $30,000 bill for it all.
None of this should have happened, and there should be something we can do to help.
And there is.
We can do something to show Don and Stacy and their family that they are not alone in this trial. We don't have to let another trial hit a family who has already been through so much. We don't have to settle for what should happen. We can help to make this burden a little lighter for this sweet family.
Anything you can spare can help show the Larsons they are seen, and they are loved.
This is a wrong we can help make right.
— Jesse Thorson






