When We Have the Opportunity to Show Up for One Another

I don't even know where to begin with this post.

There's a part of me that feels guilty asking others for help. And yet, I keep coming back to something I wrote about the other day — about the woman Nicole was for me when I found myself in a moment of need. How one simple act of kindness, one unexpected hug, can remind us that we aren't meant to navigate the hard things alone.

And now, I find myself on the other side of that.

A friend of our family, and the heart behind Boundless Bakery, is navigating something incredibly difficult. His wife, Jeanine, has had her cancer metastasize, and like the good-hearted man he is, he's stepping back from work to focus on his family during this time.

This hits very close to home for me. When I was younger, my mom was living with stage 4 breast cancer. I remember my dad working long hours, the uncertainty of it all, and the feeling that so much was completely out of our control. I remember how much those everyday burdens weighed on our family.

If there's one thing I can do, it's help lighten that weight, even in a small way.

So I'm stepping outside of that uncomfortable feeling of asking for help and starting a GoFundMe to support this family. My hope is to raise funds to help offset the costs of daily living over the coming weeks, giving them a little more room to focus on what matters most: being together.

Sometimes being the person who shows up means offering a hug. Sometimes it means making a meal, giving financially, sharing someone's story, or simply helping spread the word.

Today, this is my way of showing up.

If you're able to contribute or share this fundraiser, you can find the link here:

Support Jeanine and her family through GoFundMe

Please know that every contribution and every share is deeply appreciated. From the bottom of my heart, and I'm sure from the entire Boundless Bakery family, thank you.

May there be blessings of health, strength, and support surrounding you and your families. 🤍

In Peace, Love and Service,
Rebecca

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