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This is my sweet mother Denise Beard. Sunday morning on the way to church she was in a head on accident in a precarious intersection that sent her to the hospital and totaled her little car. She got to come home today and will be down for a bit while her body recovers from the accident. Anyone who has ever come in contact with her knows that this will be the most time she has spent not working since the birth of my youngest sibling 20+ years ago. Denise is the hardest working, most compassionate person I (and anyone else) will ever meet. From the time her feet hit the floor until she goes to bed in the wee hours of the morning she lives a life of service to those around her. Whether she is filling your cupboards with food to help you make it to pay day, or sitting at the bedside of a stranger with a brain mass in hospice, organizing canning groups, donating food to the homeless, driving across the state to be there for moral support of those who need it, loving on someone who just looked like they needed a hug.... whatever it may be she is most certainly thinking in that moment of what else she can do to help or how she can help more people in more places than humanly possible. To say that she would give you the shirt off of her own back would be an understatement and she would feel bad that she only had one shirt to give.
The car that was totaled was only a vessels which she could transport gifts of kindness to whom ever she thought she could help that day (and it showed it). It in itself reflected the miles of service to others and was doing all that it could to get her where they needed to go. I would be willing to bet that car hadn’t made a single trip that wasn’t going to the aid of another person. With a door that wouldn’t open from the inside, no radio, no in necessary frills of modern man to its name, together they traversed the roads of the Pacific Northwest blessing everyone in their path. Unfortunately the insurance company will not take the years of servitude into consideration when they estimate its value and the small amount will not be sufficient to get another vehicle of its caliber ;)
Please join me in giving back to a woman who’s life is lived for the betterment of the world around her.
The car that was totaled was only a vessels which she could transport gifts of kindness to whom ever she thought she could help that day (and it showed it). It in itself reflected the miles of service to others and was doing all that it could to get her where they needed to go. I would be willing to bet that car hadn’t made a single trip that wasn’t going to the aid of another person. With a door that wouldn’t open from the inside, no radio, no in necessary frills of modern man to its name, together they traversed the roads of the Pacific Northwest blessing everyone in their path. Unfortunately the insurance company will not take the years of servitude into consideration when they estimate its value and the small amount will not be sufficient to get another vehicle of its caliber ;)
Please join me in giving back to a woman who’s life is lived for the betterment of the world around her.
Organizer and beneficiary
Denise Beard
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