Three days ago Bri got word that her best friend, Trish, wasn’t going to make it through the night. Bri lives in Portland and is a part of my community of believers, while Trish lives in California. Trish has been in the ICU for two months, heavily sedated and unable to communicate. She has a rare form of cancer and the doctors are just waiting for her body to let go. Trish is twenty-five.
When Bri heard that Trish wasn’t going to make it she started scrapping her pennies together, deciding weather or not she could take time off work for a week, as well as buy a plane ticket, and come back and pay rent on time. She decided that she couldn’t unless she waited two weeks, saving everything she had, but Trish would be gone by then.
Someone in my community heard about what was going on and reached out to everyone else (about thirty people) through a facebook thread. Within an hour and a half $900 was raised for Bri and a ticket was purchased for the next morning. Bri will not have to work for two weeks, she will be with her friend Trish as she passes, for the funeral, and for Trish’s family as they mourn the loss of their only child. The majority of my friends who gave to this cause did not give out of excess. Most, in fact, gave out of poverty, and that is what touches me. Giving is always generous, but it’s when a group of loving folks come around a hurting person and each one sacrifices for that person to bring them peace. I wonder how our generous giving can affect more of those around us as we hear of need? I wonder how peace can be spread by being sacrificial neighbors to our loved ones and to our enemies and to strangers?
Contributed by Elizabeth Rogers, Portland