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Do you believe in Divine Intervention? I do. I have been Blessed with several miracles in my life. I am not going to go through them all with you now as they are all unique and individual stories. But, what I am thinking of now is this particular intervention of Divinity....
Mother’s Day 1995. We went to get water ice with our kids down to a local riverfront park. I was 8 months pregnant with my fifth child and just get released off of a bed rest regimen that I had been on since October...yeessss...long time to be in bed. Anyway, my husband and I and our 4 young children, ages 9 and under were walking along the windy riverfront when a bunch of pink papers blew up around us. The children scurried to help pick up papers, joining the ladies that they apparently blew away from. One paper blew right up against my legs, my husband reached down to get it, as bending was not an option for me at this point and handed me the paper.
The Paper Read: Project Children Fundraiser, Mother’s Day Brunch. There were shamrocks on the page. Curiosity arose. As we returned the papers to their owners we began to talk. Of course i asked what the program was and as soon as I heard the answer......Angels sang and bright lights shone from the sky....Just kidding. But I did know, right then and there that our lives were about to change. Little did I know how much or how long it would take.
I have always been very in touch with my Irish-ness. Born into a home where my parents were both first generation American born Irish, all 4 of my grandparents were Irish Immigrants, 2 Protestant, 2 Catholic. Throw alcohol into the mix and it was quite an interesting family to grow up in...seriously. So when this little project presented itself to me I was intrigued to say the least.
The women I met with the papers, one is a dear woman named Mairead, right from the same place my father's mother was from in Donegal Ireland. And the other was Sister Francis Kirk, who not only become my lifeline to Project Children but my mentor and good friend as well. When I first told sister we wanted to be a host family , she said No! You have 4 little babies and your pregnant, you are biting off more than you can deal with. Call me next year. Next year came and went with the same response and so on and so forth until 10 years ago.
Finally, I could be a host mom. I found out we were getting a 12 year old boy from Belfast. His name was Sean, just like my oldest. He was amazing! Such a wonderful, intelligent, funny young man. He returned for 2 more summers after the first, we still keep in touch.
So.....Divinity. Definitely ! What were the chances of me walking at the river the same time Sister Francis lost her papers and she was involved in a program that hits home entirely with me. I grew up with a Protestant/Catholic family, My mom and dad made it work for the most part. To this day, through many newpaper  and  civic organization interviews , when people ask me how I got involved with Project Children I never hesitate to answer...Divine Intervention! God is Great!



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