The Difference an Angel Makes (Michael's Story)

The below was sent to me in an e mail dated 3/19/09


Jeff,

I very much enjoyed our conversation earlier this week. You may recall that I placed an order with you several years ago, right after you lost Hana to that horrific accident. You were still in a daze at that time and seemed thankful for a chance to talk to a stranger from far away. When we talked earlier this week, you said that it was amazing timing for me to call again, because you had recently finished a tribute to her. Thank you for sharing that.

The pieces that I ordered from you this week will have a very special meaning to two people who have become among the most important people in my life. The "Weeping Angel" piece is destined for my dear friend, Marie. She is one of those people who puts on a brave face and a tough facade to protect the tenderness inside. The image reminds me very much of her innermost feelings during those rare times when she has given me the honor of letting down her guard and letting me see her vulnerability.

I fell in love with the "Guardian Angel" piece the minute I saw it. There is only one place in the world for it. It will hang in the bedroom of Marie's son, Michael. Michael should not be alive. He was born with a host of health problems including both hydrocephalis and severe spina bifida. He had more than 20 operations to keep him alive and still hangs on precariously. He does communicate fairly well in American Sign Language, but is completely non-verbal. He knows only a single, all-purpose word but is able to communicate his needs and wants to anyone who will take the time to listen. Michael has never has a bad day. His attitude and smile bring joy to everyone who knows him. He truly brings out the best in everyone.

I showed Mike several of your works and asked him to help me to pick out a special gift for his mother. He and I both agreed on the two that I ordered. He thinks that the Guardian Angel will be for his momr. I am sure that it will hang in his room, though. This is why ...

Mikey talks in his sleep. Not in words, because he has none. But in small, tender vocalizations that his mother refers to as "talking with the angels".When he wakes up, she always comments that she heard him "talking to the angels" last night. He beams with joy at her loving attention and devotion. The love they share is palpable. Their bond is inseparable. Now Mikey will have his very own Guardian Angel to keep him company and to watch over him while he sleeps. I cannot think of a more pefect gift for this young man who has given so much joy to everyone in his life.

I look forward to seeing the look on his face when he finally sees the gift that he chose. As I said, he thinks it will be for his mother. It is really destined for him. It is one of those rare pieces of art that feels like it was created for only one person on earth, and I am truly blessed to have helped it to find its rightful place.

Bless You, Jeff. And Thank You.