Friday, December 08, 2006

bird by bird (on my way to the chapel)

I can't believe I am getting married in two days. And to so many amazing and brilliant women. And especially to Mad. Mad, my fierce and lovely bride who has done such an amazing job of courting all of us all week long.

This will most likely be my last post until Sunday - I've got so many loose ends to tie up - finalizing the music, taste-testing all the champagne, arranging the flowers...

And it's not too late for you to join us. All we ask is that you write about a social justice issue that you are passionate about before Sunday AM. You can read the whole invitation here. Just make sure to share your link if you haven't already (you can leave it in the comments section here or at the original invite) and I'll get you on the guest list.

I can already picture it - a warm and sunny day (it's my wedding and it can be warm if I say so), dozens of radiant, powerful women all coming together on the side of making the world a better place. And of course...presents.

And on that note, let me leave you with something joyful to get you in the mood. Because social justice doesn't have to be discussed only in terms of all that is wrong in the world, but also sometimes, the things that are so completely right.

Right stopped by today in the form of a family that I worked with several years ago. Another family who'd fled Somali and landed in the US, a family with no connections and a son with a hole in his heart. They were living in a shed (and paying rent for the priviledge - can you imagine being THAT landlord?) and their son was progressively getting worse. The doctors needed to operate but would not do it till they could find a safe and clean place to for him to recover. When I met their son A, he had trouble breathing. Walking was hard. He was 4 but he didn't speak. He was a sick little guy.

Housing, surgery, another surgery, recovery, immigration battles, employment - it wasn't easy but they survived all of it, and we lost touch after they moved on. They stopped in today, and A. is a gorgeous, tall, handsome 8 year old. A soccer player who gets all A's. And boy, does he talk.
While it's not a commentary on a system broken, it sure felt really, really good to see a family who had perched on the brink and climbed out the other side.

Margaret Mead (and Anne Lamont) are right. It's bird by bird. It can be done this way.

Sometimes this is the only way we've got.

20 comments:

Anonymous said...

I posted about today...the Day of Reconciliation.


Day of Reconciliation


or if you need to have the code:

http://theartfulflower.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-of-reconciliation.html

Happy Wedding!!

mrs. incredible said...

http://stretchedtothelimit.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-wedding-gift.html

Anonymous said...

How wonderful that you were able to see how far this family has come and how well they are doing.

Deezee said...

Along with my self appointed position of wedding DJ, I just appointed myself official toast maker...

It's been posted...

The Wedding Toast

http://confessionalhighway.blogspot.com/2006/12/wedding-toast.html

Deezee said...

your site ate my code. that wasn't very nice. maybe I should have asked for permission to speak ;)

If the link doesn't work, go to http://confessionalhighway.blogspot.com/ and find 'The Wedding Toast'

Anonymous said...

"bird by bird". Very good point! You are the exact sort of person I would absolutely love to sit down for a long lunch with one day. So many good points you make.. some for discussion... some for examination. Good on ya! :)


Peace,


~Chani

KC said...

Uplifting story to brighten my Friday.

Now what to wear????

acumamakiki said...

i love that you have that bright spot with this family, on the eve of your wedding.

meno said...

Thank you for the success story and if you need help with the champagne tasting....

Working on your wedding present.

swampwitch said...

I hope my post this weekend is appropriate for your request.
http://Anecdotes.typepad.com

Kathy :)

Anonymous said...

Jen, got your note on my site about the links. I have links to those two posts.. at least I think that's what they are. (meaning.. there are highlighted words that lead to your site.) Oh, heck. Tell me what I am supposed to do and I'll do it. I'm a Luddite. Sorry for the ignorance. :)

~C

thailandchani at earthlink dot net

swampwitch said...

Jen...You got to Friday's post before I was able to post the "significant" one...please come back when you have a chance to see the one I posted as your "gift."

Lillithmother said...

Of course I'm coming! I'm the official pastry chef so I'll be hauling the cake! See my latest post for a sneek peak at your gift!

*sniff* weddings get me right there, ya know?!

Lil

Lillithmother said...

SHeesh, I didn't even ask ya if I bring the cake - how's that for wedding jitters?!

*wink*

Momish said...

It's great to read these stories of triumph! Keep them coming, please.

Now, would those be love birds or doves?? Don't know if this will count as an appropriate gift, since it is more about remembering the days I use to be more like you two. But, I hope to become again. My how it seems you two are actually the ones doing all the giving here. Thanks for all that, by the way!

http://www.momish.squarespace.com/blog/2006/12/8/week-in-rewind-the-hardcore-activist.html

Momish said...

Hey, it ate my code too. It is tonight's post for my week in rewind: Hardcore Activist.

Anonymous said...

For you and Mad, in celebration of your wedding.

http://notsosagewisdom.blogspot.com/2006/12/harm-reduction.html

sunshine scribe said...

Loved this story. We need to remember the rights.

Looking so forward to the wedding.

flutter said...

Happy wedding, love.

Anonymous said...

I love, love, LOVE this idea.
(I'm so sorry I can't get my brain around participating. OMGSH, CHRISTMAS is taking over MY LIFE.)