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I thought of her one day

Walking in the woods

Between the sun and shade

My wild child

My little Celtic beauty

Beautiful and strong

Her blonde hair

Flying in the wind

With a smile on her face

And mine

We had raced through

The narrow streets

On roaring steel

Wanton daredevils

Without fear or care

I smiled as the wind

Ruffled through my hair

Gently whispering memories

And wondered


My wild child

Had gone

Christmas cards for burned little girl who survived arson attack


“This year, as we proudly hang our seasonal greeting cards, displaying the smiling faces of our loved ones (and yes, sometimes their dogs), it’s easy to forget that for many people, the holidays aren’t all candy canes and carols.

For five-year-old Safyre, the sole survivor of an arson attack that killed her family, and left her homeless, Christmas can be a painful reminder of what she’s lost. “

In 2013, her father, younger sister, and brothers, were murdered in a senseless act. When firefighters found Safyre in what was left of her New York home, she was clutching her father’s chest, who saved her life, but couldn’t protect her from all of the flames.

Although the majority of her body is covered in burns, and she’s had both her right hand and left foot amputated, Safyre, who is being raised by her dad’s sister, is still a joyful child, who has remained strong through the devastation.

Now her community is rallying around the brave little girl to ask for folks across the world to send her Christmas cards to ensure that this year gets a little bit cheerier for Safyre who has already been through so much.

If you’ve got a stamp to spare, and feel like spreading a little joy, you can mail the cards to:

P.O. Box 6126
Schenectady, NY 12306


In addition here is the fund raising page:https://www.youcaring.com/mike-and-liz-dolder-and-family-425939#.VenWRufXalJ.facebook

The original article came from redbook here: http://www.redbookmag.com/life/news/a41299/orphan-burn-victim-christmas-cards-safyre/

Now I’m worried

What me worry?

All of a sudden, things have changed. My once forsaken and hideous finger has decided to do miracles. It has re-grown a tip, producing skin and tissue at an incredible rate. What on Thursday was a nasty zombie finger has become by Monday, pink and healthy.

One small section still needs to cover over, less than a pencil eraser, but I can tell that it is done. Finger drama gone and finished. I have a cabin booked for the week of Christmas in the N.C mountains and it would seem that I will not be spending my time eating pain pills with a newly amputated finger. Instead it will be fireplace and hot tub and time to catch up on reading.

Oh,yes and a bottle of 18 Yr. Scotch.

And then there is the Christmas tree in my house; It’s hideous. Really.

My wife is known for the elegant statement that she makes yearly with her beautiful creations. But not this year. The tree looks like it is in bondage and being punished for its misdeeds. There is so much garland wrapped on it that you can’t see the lights underneath. It is actually more of a garland stand than a Christmas tree.

But it was done by my grand daughters with smiles and laughs and delicate fluttering fingers. One I have never met, the other, the little love of my life, I haven’t seen in 8 Yrs.

Yeah, 8 Yrs.

We are doing the house all up for them so they can have a Christmas while we are gone. Real Christmas’s have been far and few between for these two.

I know that I need say no more on that subject.

But why worry? Why now? When everything is going so good?

Well, that’s the point. Everything is just going too damn good.

And that makes me worry.

Golden child

My golden child
in the sun

My child of my
heart and dreams

From faraway fields
of time gone by

I see you
in misted
moments of memory

stepping over stones
in the warm meadow

Then running to me
with open arms