Watch these clips in this order. My sister passed this on to me and it just renewed my faith in dreams. You will love it. J
Claire and Benson Skinner were both born with an a rare genetic mutation in their liver. It is called Primary Hyperoxaluria Type 1. Claire had been on dialysis her entire life for three hours a day. She is waiting list to receive a kidney / liver transplant. Benson will need transplants soon also. They are trying to raise the $500,000 that is needed for the procedure.
Look at what my brother is doing in Africa! He is helping to save at risk baboons. Does this picture look strangely familiar to you? It does to me. Looks like what I do everyday. 
After a crazy morning-showers, scriptures, breakfast, teeth brushing, hair combing, clothing decisions, homework gathering, library book searching and book bag hunting, my two little ones and I feel just marvelous as we shut the door behind their older siblings and hear...nothing. It is beautiful. It only lasts a minute though and then my youngest son begins his prattle. "Mom, can I have hot cocoa and read a book and go on a walk and go to the museum and do my workbook and look at my chart and go to the Thomas store and watch movie and go to he park and play in the sandbox...." and so on and so on. I feel just the same way. Three glorious hours of possibilities. I can go to Winco, go pick up that soil at the nursery, bake some bread, return that shelf to Walmart, go to the park, shop for my husbands birthday, go walking, do some laundry, work in the garden, read to the littles, clean the bathrooms, clean out my car....and ao on. I only dream of the day where sew, draw or decorate are back in the running. So there I sit. Making lists as I nurse the baby and the world is my oyster. And then my ADD manifests and i spend the next three hours flitting from thing to thing, stopping occasionaly to play blocks or wipe a bum. All the while getting nothing done, but working up a sweat anyway. Before I know it we are buckling up in the car to pick up middle Mac. My youngest son fights the buckle--"NOT YET...it isn't time yet. PLLLLEASSSE." My sentiments exactly. Now on with the homework, projects, practicing, cooking, baths and bedtime. We will try again tomorrow. Hope springs eternal.
