We chose two again

2010-12-09_09-03-59.450We chose two recipients again this year for the Lauren Alston Memorial Scholarship in Hospitality.  Adrianna Damani and Samantha Harris both impressed us with their heartfelt essays and excellent grades.  Although they both sent eloquent thank you notes I wanted to share Samantha’ s note with everyone as she will be graduating in December.

August 22, 2014

Mr. and Mrs. Alston,

My name is Samantha Harris, and I am the grateful recipient of the Lauren Alston Scholarship.  I am a Hospitality Administration major heading into my senior semester at Stephen F. Austin State University, from Ft Worth.  After graduation in December, I plan on moving to Lewisville, Texas with my husband, and pursuing a career in event management.

 2014 has been a year of ups and downs for me.  In April, my husband and I decided to get married at the Fort Worth Medical Plaza ICU when my dad’s health took a serious decline, and we lost him shortly after.  The loss I felt, and still feel, is indescribable.  Afterwards, the thought of leaving my mom and sister behind to come back and finish school was almost depressing.  I even considered transferring to a school closer to home, but I knew my dad would want me to come back and finish, especially so close to graduation.  While growing up, my grandfather didn’t give my dad the support he needed to go to college expecting him to follow in his footsteps and take over the family air conditioning business.  It was something my dad regretted immensely because it put up so many road blocks as he went through life.  Because of this he always reiterated the importance of a college education, and that no matter what, he would make sure that we both had the ability to make a living and support ourselves.

Your support through this scholarship for my last semester is not only allowing me to fulfill my dream of a college degree, but also my dad’s dream for me.  You have taken a weight off both my shoulders and my mom’s, and for that I am eternally grateful.

With great appreciation,

Samantha Harris

And Samantha that makes us happy also.  We strive to reach out and help others as Lauren did.  We give scholarships in her memory, to give back as she also received scholarships, to help others fulfill their dreams of a college degree like she was able to achieve and also so she isn’t forgotten.  God bless you on your life’s journey and please lend someone else a hand along the way.

I’m thankful

I’m thankful:

That Lauren wasn’t killed by a drunk driver and I had to attend a trial and see pictures of her mangled body.

I’m thankful:

She didn’t have to live through a rape before dying.

I’m thankful:

We did not have to search for a body after an abduction.

I’m thankful:

She didn’t have to make a choice of jumping from a tall building or being burned to death.

I’m thankful:

She didn’t have to endure other agonizing, horrific ways to die.

I’m thankful:

She hit her head, was unconscious and didn’t know she would die.

I’m thankful:

She knew her Lord and Savior and now resides in His presence.

I’m also so very thankful:

I have only buried one child and I still have a living child!!

Love, Action, Faith Scholarship ~ Water Filter Buckets for Haiti

Water Filter Buckets ready to be assembled.

Water Filter Buckets ready to be assembled.

LAF recently awarded a Love, Action, Faith Scholarship to Bob Ford.  The scholarship was used to help buy Sawyer Water Filter Buckets for families in Haiti.

Bob said the following.  “The poor and the homeless are desperate for water, their tongues parched and no water to be found.  But I’m there to be found, I’m here for them, and God of Israel will not leave them Thirsty.” Isaiah 41:17

The past several years Lufkin FUMC has been involved in a collaborative effort with other churches, the Thomas Food project and the HAPI Women’s program in Mizak, Haiti to help provide items and services to Haitians.  Through these efforts, 600 Sawyer Water Filters has been distributed and provided clean water to 10 schools, 4 health clinics, 4 churches and several small Haitian businesses, as well as filters to several hundred families. In the next four months, six additional mission teams will be going to Haiti.  They will be distributing 650 filters, along with other services.

Below are the words of Emily Collins, a student at Texas State University, who has gone on several of these mission trips to Haiti, with the last one less than a month ago.  She will be going back in December and we are honored to give her a LAF: Love, Action, Faith Scholarship for her trip.  We look forward to hearing more about her experience afterwards.

Emily taught the Son how to  properly assemble his bucket.  He brought his Father back to learn.

Emily taught the Son how to properly assemble his bucket. He brought his Father back to learn.

I don’t think that I could say it any better than Jen Hatmaker in her book 7: “For whatever reason I was born into privilege;  I’ve never known hunger, poverty, or despair. I have been blessed, blessed, blessed—relationally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.”  In the weeks leading up to our trip to Haiti, my mind is usually focused more on what has to be done before I go and right when I come back than what I am actually preparing myself for… I’m worried about the small things that seem like top priorities. I am stressed about what items I should pack and hope that I hadn’t forgotten any of my snacks. As we sit in the Miami airport waiting for our flight to PAP (Port-au-Prince), platinum cards, careless spending, overpriced items and the reality of how good (and bad) Americans have it surrounds us. Once in PAP, we are thrown into the reality of those who actually know despair. Any problems, issues, stresses that were once on your mind, are gone. Because compared to these people, our problems are NOTHING. For those of you who say, “There are poor people in need here, in the US. Why are you not staying here to help them?”

Well, the US provides governmental services for those in need. If they are in need of water, there are public fountains, water hoses, etc. While in Haiti, you see no governmental aid. They are expected to fend for themselves. To avoid a rant, I will explain what we do in order to provide relief to those who truly are in need. Once in PAP, we travel to the coast of Haiti to Petit Goave, where we load our belongings, filters, and buckets onto a time-worn, hand-built sailboat.  Enduring a rough five-hour boat ride is the least of our worries due to the excitement overwhelming you as you approach the island of La Gonave. We docked at Source au Philip, where Bob Ford has arranged multiple prior trips. The villagers are ecstatic to finally see us again and some small children who are still unsure about the “blahs” arrival.

(Blah… blanco… white) Our days consist of sweating, laughing, playing with beautiful children, attempting to understand the elderly, and exploring the dry lands of the island. Lack of rain has brought more devastation to these villages in the recent months. Crops are burnt and cattle have suffered from lack of vegetation.

The children come to you with open arms and hearts. Their innocence and love for others are apparent in all they do. If we have dirt on our legs, they try to brush it off. If there is hair in my face, they try to push it behind my ears. They play with our hair as they exclaim “bel” (beautiful). You try to fight back tears because all you can think is how these young souls are truly “bel.” You look at the lack of clothing they have and you are ashamed of the full closet of clothes you never wear. You look down at your chacos, knowing your feet are protected… while seeing a young Haitian boy trying to pull a large thorn from his bare foot.  You don’t understand why they must suffer through the hardships while you are blessed to be an American… raised with everything yet still wanting more. You may think that these people are upset, depressed, etc. due to their living conditions. However, these impoverished people are filled with joy and hope for they believe the best is always yet to come. To make sure our mission is understood, we gather those who receive filters into a pavilion and allow our interpreters to go over basic sanitation and hygiene information. Without proper education, our mission will never be fulfilled. Rodney spends hours with the group making sure they understand the importance of sanitation and how to properly maintain the filter system. Simply put, the filtration system we use is produced by the Sawyer company. With each filter purchase, a filter, filter hose, filter cap, instruction sticker for bucket, hanging hook, and back flushing syringe comes included in the package. With this package and a five-gallon bucket, a family of four can have clean water for up to 10 years, as long as they maintain the filters by back washing as demonstrated by the interpreters. We drill holes into the bucket on the side about 2 inches above the bottom so debris can settle into the bottom of the bucket without blocking the drain hole. The hoses are easily assembled to the hole with the use of washers, followed by attaching the filter. Simply put, that’s it… drill a hole, attach a hose, attach a filter. Clean water. However, for most of the Haitians this is an entire new concept with things they have never used or even seen before… so it can be a struggle to make sure Grandma understands how to assemble the washers on the hose and to know which end to back flush from. If they do not understand how to use the filter & bucket, they will not go home with one. We are to make sure these buckets are being used, properly. Each filter/bucket costs $60. So, for $60, you can go buy a new shirt… pair of pants… or you can provide a family with clean water for 10 years. The best part of it all though, is seeing the excitement of those who have received their filter and participated in assembling it themselves. They are proud of that filter and what that filter means for their family. They exclaim, “Bob’s water, Bob’s water.” Bob Ford simply shakes his head saying, “God’s water, God’s water.”

Happy and Thankful... Father and Son...now able to have clean drinking water for their families.

Happy and Thankful… Father and Son…now able to have clean drinking water for their families.

Things can become overwhelming while in a third world country, you are NOT in your comfort zone and what you expected is probably not what you are going to get. Dirty streets with roaming hogs, dogs, donkeys and chickens.  If you are blessed with a toilet, you sure don’t put TP in it. You learn to answer to “blah.” You become accustomed to seeing nudity. You don’t judge, because that’s not your place. You respect their culture and what it means to be Haitian. You sing their prayer songs before each meal and you are thankful for the rice and beans prepared. In a world where we always want more, they just want enough… enough food, enough shelter, enough money to buy government controlled water cisterns. As a student at Texas State University, I feel like I’m always listening to students ‘bitch’ about what they don’t have or just how bad they have it. However, they have most likely never involuntarily missed a meal or went days without water to drink or a home to provide shelter. It’s not about your Kate Spade, Michael Kors, Nike’s, and smart phones… it’s about your relationships, your character, your future, your hopes and dreams.

Thank you Emily for sharing your journey and giving us a glimpse of the life in Haiti.  You are right…we are truly blessed to live in America…the land of  “more than enough”.  Thank you for heeding the call…through Love, Action and Faith…to show Christ love.

Emily in PAP

Emily and some of friends.

Emily and some of her new friends.

He still can’t…

One of my favorite pictures...I love how they are hugged up.

One of my favorite pictures…I love how they are hugged up.

We spent Fourth of July with friends and cousins in Fredericksburg.   We were at the cousin’s house in the country and they had some additional friends over that we hadn’t met before.  The new friends had a little girl who was about 7 or 8 years old.  She was the only girl and didn’t really want to play with the couple of boys her age that were there.  Somehow she and Bryan got to talking and teasing each other…he was “play scaring” her and she squealed and laughed.  They were having fun with each other and she stuck by his side for a while.  She sat beside him while we watched the fireworks being shot in the yard.  She sang songs from Frozen and he told her to sing them to me because she was a pretty good singer.  At some point during the evening she started calling him her BFF… Best Friends Forever.  She trailed after him and it was funny and cute.   Her parents, thought it was great how Bryan was interacting with the daughter and we all started calling him ” BFF” instead of Bryan.

 We were sitting in lawn chairs and chatting after the guys had shot off an arsenal of fireworks into the black night sky.  Bryan and her Dad were talking about “guys things”…in conversation the Dad told Bryan that the little girl was his youngest and he had two older children.  Then the Dad asked…”the question.” It took a few seconds but Bryan said “Yes, we have 2.”  I sat in silence…knowing what was coming next…I wanted to see if he could do it…he hasn’t been able to for over 4 years.  And here it came…the next question…”Where do they live… what do they do?”  I was sitting beside Bryan so I put my hand on his arm and waited…he opened his mouth and took a deep breath…and then held it… his mouth open to speak.  I lightly rubbed his arm and looked at him…waiting for his answer.  He couldn’t do it…he stared straight ahead….he let out his breath with a small grunt… and closed his mouth.  My heart broke…again… for him…tears started coming to my eyes.  I squeezed his arm…turned to the man… and answered for him.  “We have a son, Taylor, who is 24, lives in Lufkin and is a Diesel Mechanic.  We also have a daughter, Lauren, who was 21 when she died from a 4 wheeler accident, just over 4 years ago.”  I was proud that at least he didn’t leave when the conversation started in that direction…he usually does.   He just doesn’t like to share that part of our life with people who don’t know us…it is still to hard and painful for him.

At the San Antonio Zoo in 1997 or1998

At the San Antonio Zoo in 1997 or 1998

Breckenridge Colorado

Breckenridge Colorado 2008

My babies in 1990

My babies in 1990

Cozumel, Mexico

Feeding the dolphins in Cozumel, Mexico

Feeding the dolphins in Cozumel, Mexico

It had been awhile since I had a God Wink.  A few weeks ago we were on a cruise with another couple who are good friends.  In the port of Cozumel we just decided to go to the beach and relax for the day since we all had been to this port many times.  We headed to a public beach and found us some chairs but no palapa to get under for shade.  I got hot and decided to get into the beautiful turquoise water to cool off.  I was swimming and floating in the water and ended up close to a father and his early teenage daughter who were snorkeling and bringing up seashells.  Me, being friendly and prone to talk to most anyone, struck up a conversation with the duo.  We talked about where they were from, Alabama, what ship they were on, Carnival Dream, what their ports were and so on.  We had chatted for about 15 minutes when the Mom came out to swim.  She came right up to the daughter to ask her a question…she said “Lauren…(blah, blah, blah,….)”….I don’t know what the question was because I didn’t get past “Lauren.”  When they finished talking I asked the girl her name again.  She said Lauren….and I said “I thought that was what I had heard.”  I told her how much I loved the name and that I had a Lauren too, I told them some about my Lauren and showed them my tattoo.  Of all the  names in the world that the daughter could have been…Ashley, Mary, Jessica, Shelby, Jennifer, Rebecca, Melanie and thousands more….it was Lauren.   She and Taylor had been to the beaches of Cozumel several times with us on family cruises…it was my sign…my God Wink.

After I got out of the water and walked up to our spot…Bryan, Pam and Hayden had been offered shade under a palapa by a large group of Vietnamese Americans.  We enjoyed visiting with Duc, who was a Doctor from Austin, and his children and grandchildren, from all over Texas, who were enjoying a multi-generational family cruise vacation.  We learned their family history and he talked about how important family was and to be there for each other and take care of each other.  It was a memorable day for more than one reason.

Taylor, Bryan & Lauren Cozumel, Mexico in 2004

Taylor, Bryan & Lauren
Cozumel, Mexico in 2004

July 2002 in Cozumel, Mexico

July 2002 in
Cozumel, Mexico

Mrs. Sophia Carbajal ~ SFA 2013-14

We were out-of-town in March when the SFA Scholarship Stars awards social was scheduled.  So we asked Bryan’s parents to attend, in our place, and meet Mrs. Sophia Carbajal.  Yes, she is a married student and our first one.  I know how tough that can be because I also attended SFA while I was married.  The Alston’s enjoyed getting to know her and expressed how friendly she was to them.  She was about to graduate and was excited about what her future held.

 

Mrs. Sophia Carbajal SFA 2013-14 Recipient

Mrs. Sophia Carbajal
SFA 2013-14 Recipient

This all probably seems a little backwards…but for SFA you pick the recipient at the beginning of the year and then get to meet them at the end of the year. The student gets money each semester so they send a note each time.   Bellow is part of what she wrote in her January thank you note:

“Again I would truly like to thank you for your generous gifts.  I am so thrilled to be beginning my last semester at SFA.  I still have not made my final decision yet of what my plans are after college.  I know that there are so many opportunities available in my field.  I do plan to spend some time exploring those and maybe even go for my master’s degree.

I thank you for awarding me with your scholarship and for this chance to reach for the stars.  But mostly for believing in me and fellow students like me.  I hope that some day I can become an inspiration too and have the ability to help students who are looking to reach for their stars.”

Sophia has on her Hospitality chef’s coat, showing the Ax’em Jacks sign and is standing in front of a few of the plaques of endowed scholarships, one of which is Lauren’s.  Sophia works in the Alumni Office, where the Wall of Honor is, and we plan to go meet her soon.

 

 

 

 

Allie Massingill ~ LHS 2014

This is Allie Massingill who is the Lufkin High School 2014 Scholarship Recipient.  She plans on attending Angelina College for a few semesters and then transferring to Stephen F. Austin to finish her degree.  Allie wants to be an early elementary school teacher and we wish her well in her college endeavors.

Bryan, Allie Massingill and Suzanne

Bryan, Allie Massingill and Suzanne

A Handmade Book

The Front Cover

The Front Cover

Growing up I never had a desire to “be anything” but a Momma/Mother.  I loved children and baby sat often…but I wanted kids of my own one day.  Now I was scared to give birth to them…because I was a young bride at nineteen.  Bryan and I were married just over 5 years before our first child showed up… Lauren Alizabeth… then 21 months later… on our 7th anniversary William Taylor tried to arrive but decided he wanted his own day… so the next day “baby come out”.  Lauren used to pat my belly and tell that to the baby inside.  I wish the stork would have brought them…it would have been easier than birthing them… but I am so thankful the Lord blessed us with two children.

Some of the picture pages

Some of the picture pages

I enjoyed being a stay at home Mom for many years…I loved to take care of my family…cook meals…go on field trips with the kids…make their lunches for school.  Yes…I did it for many, many years…matter of fact, through their High School years…right up to graduation.  They “didn’t like the food” or they” didn’t have enough time to eat”… because they had to stand in line too long to even get their food.  Whatever the reason… I didn’t mind… I really did enjoy it.  I used that as an opportunity to put little notes in their brown bags.  Like when they had a test coming up…”You are smart, you got this”…or a baby snicker bar with “You make me Snicker”… or “I’m so proud of you” when they passed their driving test… or inspirational quotes.

Just a few pages of the notes

While at college, a couple of years before Lauren passed away, she gave me a priceless gift.  You see she had saved lots of those little notes I had put in her lunch on most days.  She made me a book with a small collection of the notes, pictures of us, some notes I had written  her at church camp and some quotes… and all done in her handwriting.   I was so surprised and thrilled to see she had saved the notes and taken the time to make me such a personal gift.

 One note she wrote me:

The personal note

The personal note

Mom,

You are such a special woman, mother and friend.  

Thank you for the great advice you have given me over the years.

The notes you have put in my lunch mean so much to me and I want you to have them.

                 The advice they contain is priceless; the memories they hold are priceless;

               to me, you are the most priceless of all.

              I love you Mom!  Happy Mother’s Day.  

Lauren

The last page...she drew it...she believed.

The last page…she drew it…she believed.

No, Lauren….you were the priceless one, that God blessed me with.

 It was an honor and a privilege to be your Mother.

I love you to Heaven and Back.

Poem on the back of the book.

Poem on the back of the book.

I have a regret

No one knows how to react when their child dies suddenly.  You don’t prepare for it…because you never expect it to happen to you.  You don’t think about it and plan out the details…your mind never wants to go there…to that place…because it is too horrific to even imagine.  I wasn’t prepared…I didn’t know what to do…how to act…what to feel.  But several days after she was gone…when I came out of the immediate shock of it…I had a regret…of what I didn’t do.  I can’t go back and fix it…I wish I could turn back time.  Of course I wish it never happened and I could change it… that she was still here, laughing and smiling.  But my regret is I didn’t hold her in my arms after she passed from this life.

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Oh I hugged her in the hospital bed…but I didn’t hold her because of all the machines and tubes…I didn’t want to accidentally disconnect anything.  I did rub her arms, hands, legs and feet…trying to stimulate her and just to touch her.  I talked to her…cried to her…begged her to wake up.  I kissed her hands…her arms…her face…and her lips.

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After she was gone the nurse asked us to step out of the room for just a bit.   They unhooked her from the medicine…the heart monitor…the respirator…pulled the tube from her punctured lung and wiped the little amount of blood from her ears…and her mouth…where she had bitten her tongue in the wreck.  Then they let us all back in…they had covered her up with the sheet.  We uncovered her…to look at her face…to touch her and kiss her one last time….to try to get a grasp on the fact she was gone…it looked like she was just sleeping.  As the rest of the family left the room and it was just Bryan and I waiting on the funeral home to come and get her…we covered her face again…it was as if we did, then it wouldn’t be her under there…then uncovered her…back and forth several times…in our state of shock…trying to soak it in…to understand what was happening…it just didn’t seem real.  We did kiss her and touch her…but my regret is I didn’t hold her in my arms…one last time…like I held her when she come into this world.  It still bothers me…4 years later…I still cry and wish I would have thought to hold her…but you never plan for your child’s death.

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Precious Pillow Pictures

I wanted to show you some of my favorite pictures….precious pillow pictures.

 It warms my heart to see that the pillows are being used, hugged and loved on.

Giselle and Gillian with their pink pillow.

Giselle and Gillian with their pink pillow.

Natalie found her sweet daughter, Rayne, asleep in her bed like this.

Rayne fell asleep with her pillow.

Rayne fell asleep with her pillow.

If you would like a pillow of your own please contact Kelly Barnett for your handmade customized color pillow.  Click on the above heading “Signature/ Symbol Pillows” for more examples of the pillows she has made and click the word “samples.”  A portion of the price goes into the Foundation.

 Kelly at stitchadream@hotmail.com