That young man right there? That’s a picture I drew real quick of D.
I have been a teacher at Stevenson Middle School in South Houston for nearly a decade now. Stevenson is a Title 1 school, which essentially means that a large percentage of the students there come from homes that earn very modest incomes.
D. was in my class two years ago. Were I to rank the 1000+ kids that I have taught during my tenure at school, D. would be somewhere near the top. I very much enjoyed having him in my class. He was a charming, gregarious, likable kid. And he was also a knucklehead (the best ones usually are).
But this isn’t a fundraiser to earn money for D. because he was a student that I liked. (How I wish it were.) This is a fundraiser to help D. and his family because tragedy has befallen them. Earlier this year, D. was involved in a very serious car accident. Such was the force of the impact that it pushed D. to near death; he suffered massive head trauma, one that dealt his father the potential for a truly an unstomachable outcome:
Doctors told D.’s father that his son’s life was a coin flip; a 50/50 proposition that laid with the way he responded to a surgery that would see them expose a large part of his brain.
D. is a champion of the universe though; he of course survived. That’s the good. The bad:
D. did not have insurance at the time of the accident. What’s more, he requires another surgery. During the initial surgery, doctors removed a significant portion of D.’s skull; it’s still missing today. D. wears a protective helmet to prevent any sort of accidents, but it’d be nice for him to have the entirety of his head back in place.
So that’s what this is for: To help alleviate some of the pressure D.’s father is feeling from the growing medical bills. $1000 most assuredly will not cover the entire thing, but it will at least help, and will also serve to let him and D. know that people are out there rooting for him, which may be just as valuable.
D.’s next surgery is several weeks away.
Until then, thank you.
NOTE: How this all started: Shortly after D.’s accident, an email was sent out to the teachers at my school letting us know what had happened to him. I called D.’s father and spoke with him about everything that was going on. He was obviously shaken, but not broken. He did not ask me to do this. I didn’t even mention to him that I was either. I am going to visit with D. and his father here in a little over a week. They’re holding a barbecue plate sale on their own to try and raise money too. I’d like to be able to show up and tell him something amazing happened on the Internet and hand him a check. So, lets us be that something, is why I started this. Thanks.