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That was a week that was

Have you ever had one of those weeks?

I have, and my mind is still swirling over it. It was one of those weeks that was!

A little girl, Sierra Jane, lay in the hospital fighting for her life. The news went out through e-mail and Facebook.

Everyone was praying and a miracle happened. Sierra Jane is alive and her little smile witnessed the power of prayer. She caused state, national and local news.

A gentleman caused a stir when he was holed up in his car and shut down the local commerce and travel. Everyone reacted differently. Some were angry and some showed compassion.

Some of the businesses were shut down. They lost earnings.

Others took sides with the gentleman who was crying out for help. They saw a hurting man.

It was the first day of school, then schools were closed on Wednesday. The post office couldn’t get the mail out on time. People were distraught at the inconvenience.

There was also the football game that week in Alamosa.

We drove over the pass to watch our boys win, but we lost the game. We walked to the car, which had been broken into. Three of our purses were stolen. Why didn’t they take the cash and leave everything else? It wouldn’t have been so bad.

No, they took everything we had: check books, debit cards, credit cards, driver licenses, social security cards, cameras, iPods, phones and car keys. Even simple things like my library card and City Market card would have to be replaced.

We went through every Dumpster in Alamosa, even looking on housetops for the purses. They weren’t to be found.

Then the work started. We went to a restaurant with the some of the Pagosa fans. We began the process of calling banks, credit cards, gas cards and shutting down our accounts. I had just ordered new checks and I had to shred those and order more checks on three accounts.

Our daughter’s purse was stolen.

She said, “I’m poor, why are they stealing from the poor?”

She happened to have her car keys with her. Life goes on. She went to work on fumes the next morning. No money, no debit card and no driver’s license.

My Sweet Al went to her work, filled up her car so she could get home that night. Family came to the rescue.

The other lady lost her set of keys, which opened her office, files, desk and her truck, and she lost quite a bit of cash.

We were out of town, away from our computers. We had to act quickly. We went to a restaurant, and one of the friends at our table took charge. She got phone numbers for me and helped me close out my accounts.

Two of the friends had gone to the game and were planning to go to Denver to be with a friend whose father passed away.

Our other daughter, Allison, sat next to her dad and hugged him all evening.

She said, “We lost the game, our son couldn’t play because of the delay in mail. What a week. But, it brings everything into perspective. I have my daddy sitting next to me. My friend is burying hers.”

The upside of this crazy week was this: Pagosa people came to the rescue. One of the church schools had no lunches for their kids because of the blockade. The local Subway was called. They provided sandwiches. It was a good deed that probably went unnoticed except by a few people.

When one person is out of control, they bump up against everyone else. They cause a lot of inconvenience and frustration. The thieves who took our purses didn’t have a clue or even cared what they did. In all of that, good people stepped up and came alongside to help.

Final brushstroke: I guess these weeks are necessary. For no other reason, it puts everything in perspective and we see the beauty in others.

Artist’s quote

“There is no better exercise for strengthening the heart than reaching down and lifting up another.” — Anonymous

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