I was introduced to TRYAD at a critical time in my life, and I believe God directed me to the loving folks there to help me understand that 1) I was not alone in this world; 2) many people have much greater difficulties than I, and yet they are happy, and 3) all able-bodied folks are in some way disabled, and all disabled folks are certainly able. It is just that the disabilities of able-bodied folks are often harder to recognize.
You see, I had just separated from my husband of 30 years, my children were grown and no longer needed me, I had recently been terminated from my job of 10 years, and I felt like my world had crumbled. I felt unwanted, unloved, and unnecessary.
At TRYAD, I felt needed, appreciated, and loved in a very special way that I thought was impossible. I was reminded of the value of little things—a smile, a hug, a helping hand, a flower, a song, a sunset.
My very dear friend, Becki Graves, told me about a retreat she had attended that was sponsored by a group called TRYAD that she heard about through the Multiple Sclerosis Society. She invited me to take her to the TRYAD Christmas party. I mostly went to help her out, and sure enough I was the one who was helped the most.
Since that first Christmas party in 1984, I have participated in almost every TRYAD function. I even had the opportunity to serve on the steering committee in an interim position…, and that was a special blessing.
Perhaps you find it difficult to be directly involved one-on-one with handicapped folks. There are many things to do on the sidelines—telephoning, correspondence, advertising, newsletter, and like every other organization, we are always in need of funds.
Being involved with TRYAD isn’t for everyone, I know, but if you want to feel loved, needed, and appreciated by some of the warmest people you can meet this side of heaven, just give us a try. I’ll guarantee that you will have a life-changing experience.
You see, I had just separated from my husband of 30 years, my children were grown and no longer needed me, I had recently been terminated from my job of 10 years, and I felt like my world had crumbled. I felt unwanted, unloved, and unnecessary.
At TRYAD, I felt needed, appreciated, and loved in a very special way that I thought was impossible. I was reminded of the value of little things—a smile, a hug, a helping hand, a flower, a song, a sunset.
My very dear friend, Becki Graves, told me about a retreat she had attended that was sponsored by a group called TRYAD that she heard about through the Multiple Sclerosis Society. She invited me to take her to the TRYAD Christmas party. I mostly went to help her out, and sure enough I was the one who was helped the most.
Since that first Christmas party in 1984, I have participated in almost every TRYAD function. I even had the opportunity to serve on the steering committee in an interim position…, and that was a special blessing.
Perhaps you find it difficult to be directly involved one-on-one with handicapped folks. There are many things to do on the sidelines—telephoning, correspondence, advertising, newsletter, and like every other organization, we are always in need of funds.
Being involved with TRYAD isn’t for everyone, I know, but if you want to feel loved, needed, and appreciated by some of the warmest people you can meet this side of heaven, just give us a try. I’ll guarantee that you will have a life-changing experience.