Spark of Hope #115: The Joy Ride Chosen by More than 15,000

Spark of Hope #115 – I made a Facebook post with an InstaQuote, adding a simple comment:  “The Joy Ride!!! You?”
In just three days, it has organically reached over 15,000 people with more than 1,000 Likes, Comments and Shares.
What made the post so significant?

It struck a chord. It summoned human compassion for life’s simplest of pleasures: A Joy Ride.  “Together in This” published a mobility resource, noting Alzheimer’s will eventually affect parts of the brain which control the ability to move and maintain JoyRidebalance — making it impossible to walk, sit, or even transfer. Car rides, too, will undoubtedly become impossible.   “Where’s your car. Let’s go!” My mother implores each time I arrive at her care-center. The joys of riding alongside my father to ice cream stands, doggie parks, flower gardens, and beach sunsets appear to still be resonating with her. It makes my heart ache. So much has been lost, and now, her makeshift escape from this disease is also fading. WAIT A MINUTE! What if the impossible is still be possible given a pricey milford person lift or a trade up for a handicapped-accessible vehicle?  I’m searching…trying…knowing…one day Alzheimer’s will steal the ride and everything along the path. But I won’t let it steal our joy! As an effervescent spark of hope, joy will remain etched in our hearts where Huge Outcomes are still Possible Everyday!

Hope is like a spark; if the conditions are right, it can spread like wildfire. Hope feeds the soul, ignites passion, and inspires others. Tucked inside each of us is a child-like spark that says: never forget to dream, play and imagine. HOPE is the extraordinary spark that says Huge Outcomes are Possible Everyday!

5 thoughts on “Spark of Hope #115: The Joy Ride Chosen by More than 15,000”

  1. Thanks for shining light on this – I hadn’t necessarily thought about. Now that I’m thinking about it, I do see a lot of smiles on faces, when the buses at the memory care facility arrive. Some people are being brought from other communities and others are returning from Joy rides. They all seem to be in good spirits, and very importantly, they are engaging with each other. Of course these buses are equipped to assist the individuals which is part of the success so it’s wise as you mention for the family caregiver to start looking into solutions sooner than later.

  2. Maryann this brought tears to my eyes! I am so blessed you let me come along for the ride while caregiving your Precious Mother & also help with your Dad! It is our choice as we face any of life’s challenges. We can stay negative or look sometimes really hard but keep looking for the positives. Your heart is bigger than you are! I love you & your family, grateful to be part of the team! Thank you for keeping HOPE alive because it really does matter!

    1. Robyn you are a blessing beyond words to my family. Every one needs a village in life’s difficult journeys. Having one that is so loving and full of faith is icing on every slice of hope!

  3. I wish you’d give me time with these patients, say 2 weeks or a month, to teach them that Jesus Christ took on their diseases. He was beaten on the back, as pieces of flesh and blood spurted out. 39 stripes! One for every category of disease. And all that price paid is going down the drain, because people don’t comprehend this truth. ‘My people, perish for lack of knowledge’. I would teach and teach till the acceptance of the disease is uprooted from their unconscious mind and the truth gets implanted. Then they are ready to receive the healing.

    1. Elsy, I can appreciate your mention of Christ’s sacrifice and the ultimate healing we have through Him. To this point, Alzheimer’s is a disease that transcends any earthly knowledge to modify, stop or cure it. I am a daughter watching from the outside in as my mother’s memories and abilities fade … my (married) last name, the existence of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren, how to dress herself, go to the bathroom or plant her feet to take a step … day by day more and more is erased. Her mind now sees me as 12 years old, so I meet her back there. We color, we play catch with the big pink ball, we sing “Amazing Grace,” we plan a visit to my grandparents (who are alive again in her mind). I am reminded that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me and rise above the tragedy of this disease to rejoice in the fact that Mom is heaven-bound. Her ultimate healing and wholeness awaits through the beautiful pearly gates.

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