Ohana Means Family

Ohana Means Family

I posted this on my other page, diaryofabeautifuldisaster.com, but wanted to share with you all as well.

I’ve had ravens fluttering in my stomach all day long. Even with a pile of work on my plate, I couldn’t suppress the anxious feeling rising in my gut. In the past, I’ve always been quite steady when death presented itself. It’s a part of life, after all. However, up until now, I’ve only witnessed passing’s caused by old age and illness, never by tragedy.

Over the weekend, a box truck barreled into the back of a car carrying a father and his two young children, killing the 4-year-old son, Nicholas, and seriously injuring the father and 2-year-old daughter. The wife is a coworker of mine who was out of the country at the time of the accident and whose life will never, ever be the same. I can’t even fathom finding myself in this scenario. The what-ifs, should have, could have, and would haves are endless; I’d probably be replaying them all in my head to no end.

The truth is this could happen to any of us at any time. You read about these kinds of things but never suspect your life will be impacted by such an insurmountable tragedy. It doesn’t matter how safe of a driver you are or if you’re doing everything right. All it takes is one split second, one mistake on the part of someone else, and your life can unknowingly change.

The one thing I’ve always respected about my company is that despite having well over 50,000 employees, we are a family. Given our large scale, we have the opportunity to work in many facets of the corporation and meet an unbelievably large number of people along the way. I’ve always admired the people I’ve worked with and felt very fortunate to have their support and friendship, even if our paths crossed only for a couple months. Often times it feels as if we are a small start up rather than a cross functional conglomerate. We somehow all know the same people despite working in different departments, offices, and sometimes countries.

Today, I am reminded of the importance of this family. One of us started a GoFundMe account for this family and the outpouring of support has been overwhelming. This is by no means a panacea for losing a son. The combination of day-to-day expenses, hospital bills, and funeral costs will no doubt become burdening. The funds raised will go to support these costs while the family grieves and heals.

With time and surgeries, the father and daughter should both make full recoveries, but a family has lost an integral member, a mother has lost a child, and life has been forever complicated and altered.

Please visit the GoFundMe page for the Carroll Family to show your support and make a donation.

“Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind…. or forgotten.” – Lilo and Stitch

Click here to read more about last weekend’s tragedy.


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61. An Open Letter to Valentine’s Day from a Perpetually Single Female

61. An Open Letter to Valentine’s Day from a Perpetually Single Female

Dear Valentine’s Day,

We don’t know each other well – strike that – we don’t know each other at all. Aside from the few brief times in elementary school we were forced to converge for the sake of the class, I’ve been nothing more than a bystander to you for 32 years. I watched everyone else partake in your love-induced debauchery while I stood alone all that time. In case you missed the memo, I’ve been single since day one and have had no chance to celebrate you properly (read more about that here). You heighten my awareness of that annually on February 14th. I question my value when you come to town because it seems like time after time I fail to prove that I am worthy of your presence. I know I’m not alone. Read more

60. When “earning your ears” becomes literal

60. When “earning your ears” becomes literal

This is not my typical tell-all entry (I’m still drafting my next one), but I urge you keep reading.

A friend shared this with me on Facebook today. A little girl with Treacher Collins Syndrome wants ears so she can look like the rest of her peers. Her family is seeking help funding her surgery. My family knows all too well the costs involved with craniofacial reconstruction. My mom refers to my face as a “million dollar face” because of the numerous, money-draining operations I’ve had over the years. We were lucky to have had constant insurance to help cover the medical care, but if you don’t (or even if you do) you’re likely willing to sell your soul just to be able to pay off the relentless bills. Read more


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