Little Sidney Woznicki has spent her life in and out of UAB. She’s a solid kid with a will of steel, and a smiling face. She has a bad liver.
When she was a baby, she turned yellow, they knew something was wrong. Doctors did operations. Her mother quit her job—just to manage Sidney’s medication list.
Life’s been hard. While most eleven-year-olds sit in class, slaving on schoolwork, Sidney prepares for her second liver transplant.
During Sidney’s last invasive procedure, her anesthesia didn’t work. They say folks heard her screaming from the waiting room.
If there’s a tougher little girl out there, I’ve never seen one.
But you won’t find this family complaining, even though their money is disappearing, along with their energy. In fact, according to the Woznickis, “We are so thankful…”
Josh Clem is a Marine. Also tough. He could crawl through acres of mud with a rifle between his teeth. A few months ago, he married Brianna, and since then, they’ve been glued at the hip.
Last week, on their way home, Josh had to stop the car. His head hurt. They rushed him to the ER. Doctors discovered blood vessels in his brain were rupturing.
Yesterday, surgeons finished a risky brain surgery. Josh is laying in bed right now—Brianna by his side. This has been a long few weeks. Not much sleep, lots of worry.
The couple says they’re grateful.
Jasper, Alabama—Mitch Murray is like any crimson-blooded Alabama man. He likes big trucks, football, fishing, and thinks Bear Bryant is a member of the Holy Trinity.
But he’s different now.
After a car accident and a brain injury, Mitch can’t walk, eat, or talk. To make matters worse, his insurance company dropped him. His wife, Tracy, is perhaps the most hopeful, cotton-picking woman you’ll ever meet.
“All things’re possible,” she says. “I let him know how much I love him, and will always be here for him, I still sit and cry in private. But God has kept him, I am really grateful.”
Anyway, why am I telling you all this? You know why. Because this world kicks you in the teeth, then bills you for damages. And after you’re bruised, you turn on your television to discover the universe is only seconds away from exploding.
This earth is sick. Mankind is plagued with cosmic atrocities stinking up our solar system, such as: income taxes and politicians. People hate one another. Children starve to death. Families crumble.
I wish I knew how to be grateful—how to find the heaven-sent strength to keep fighting the bad. I’m sorry to say, I don’t know how.
I know a little girl who does.
Get well, Sidney