If you were to ask me when do I feel a bit of heaven on earth? Consistently speaking, I would say on any given day that I work a shift at Cooper Trooper Pumpkin Patch. I love to hang out with a group of friends with huge (emphasize “huge” like Trump) servant hearts and then serve a community that allows me to tell Cooper’s story. Most of the time after his story is shared, others then share how cancer has affected their own family. Sometimes we then kick the words around like “cancer sucks” – and “children should never be terminally sick or a family put through such hell.” And then Heaven whispers. Hope arrives. We see Cooper running around the patch – and are reminded that he is FULLY and 100% (maybe more like 200%) healthy and alive. We share pictures of how the CTF’s courage kits are being sent daily to siblings of those children that have cancer…reminding them they are not forgotten. They are held in thought and heart – and are HEROES in this battle. Hope is tethered to every dollar received from a pumpkin sold – going directly to Monroe Carell Jr. Children’s Hospital @ Vanderbilt for childhood cancer research.
This particular picture was when I worked a shift along side of my dear friends and brother.- Beverly, Glenda and Richard. We met a women in her 80’s that held onto her straw bonnet and donation check in gail force winds to make her way to our tent. She shared with us that she had a celebratory lunch at Jason’s deli to mark her last chemo treatment. She didn’t need a pumpkin – but was there to make a donation. After she handed me the check , she asked if I could take her picture by the sea of orange. She smiled the largest smile, and a deep exhale as though she just climbed Mount Everest.
There’s only one week until the Patch opens – and we need volunteers. Please help us – go to this link now and sign up for a 3-hour link. It will bless you greatly. Thank you!