Apr 8 2010

dirty feet.

Over the past few years a company has brought a new vision to shoe sales. And a new vision to giving. TOMS shoes has launched a campaign, that hopefully more companies will hop onto the wagon with – its called “one for one”. For every pair of shoes purchase a pair is donated to a child without any. To date TOMS has given over 600,000 pairs of shoes to children in need! Thanks to their amazing customers!

“TOMS Shoes was founded on a simple premise: With every pair you purchase, TOMS will give a pair of new shoes to a child in need. One for One. Using the purchasing power of individuals to benefit the greater good is what we’re all about. The TOMS One for One business model transforms our customers into benefactors, which allows us to grow a truly sustainable business rather than depending on fundraising for support.”

Many children in developing countries grow up barefoot. Whether at play, doing chores or going to school, these children are at risk:

•A leading cause of disease in developing countries is soil-transmitted diseases, which can penetrate the skin through bare feet. Wearing shoes can help prevent these diseases, and the long-term physical and cognitive harm they cause.

•Wearing shoes also prevents feet from getting cuts and sores. Not only are these injuries painful, they also are dangerous when wounds become infected.

Today, 08April2010, the world joined together to advocate for global awareness on these devastating occurrences. Today, people all across the globe went without shoes to “walk a mile in their ‘shoes'” or well.. in this case, walk a mile in their feet. It was an incredible experience, a painful one at that, for even my indian feet that are so accustomed to not wearing shoes… Our prayers go out to all of the sweet soles (pun intended) that are prone to illnesses because of their lack of proper foot attire.

Apr 6 2010

happy Kendall day.

Dearest Kendall,

Today you were due to be born. But instead of surrounding your crying mother at the hospital all eager to be the first to hold you, we are grieving your loss. We are grieving the absence of the scent of a sweet newborn baby girl. We are grieving. Sweet baby, angel Kendall, we miss you dearly, we miss experiences that we never got to have with you. Thank you for staying with us as long as you did. Thank you for being the courage for your mother that she never had. Thank you for being the angel that will forever guide + protect her family. Your mommy looked so beautiful today, and the letter she wrote you made me cry. I am so proud of her. I really hope you are too, because, in all honesty, you gave her a lot of that strength. Did you see how many people came to celebrate your life today? We all love you so much.

I really hope that you had a great day up in heaven. I hope that you were giddy with joy playing in a sea of white balloons in honor of you. I hope that you shared all of the balloons with your dear friends, specifically my siblings + Audrey Caroline + Whitney Jill – you will all be great friends I hope. We all really can’t wait to meet you once again.

We love + miss you Kendall.


<3 kate.

Apr 5 2010

walk. bike. run.

Illness. Disease. Cancer. Death. We’ve all faced it, in some way or another; we know someone affected by it, and in some cases – we are the victims of it. Unfortunately, the perpetrators of these crimes against life are not always known. Nor, can they be apprehended like that of a criminal. These perpetrators of the human mainframe attack, some times quickly, and other times they come and go painfully for years. These diseases kill hundreds each day, and many times, us medical personelle are entirely powerless to stop it.

But we can change that. By participating in these walks, not only are we raising awareness, we are working together to raise funds for the research community to investigate the causes, the strains, and one day – the cure for these heartbreaking diagnosis’.

Each day we walk, we talk to our cars to go to work. We walk to get our morning coffee. We walk to get out midmorning coffee. We walk to get our afternoon coffee. We walk to get our lunch, to grab the phone, to talk on the phone, to get a fax, to go to the restroom. We walk to get to our cars that will hopefully lead us back home in one piece safely in the arms of our loving families. We walk to get the remote for the tele. We walk to put our kids to bed. Heck… somedays we even walk to get our evening coffee…. Each day, the average human walks 2 miles per day – and most of the time its for mindless tasks. What if… we took those 2 miles and made them count?

What if, something as simple as taking a walk, going for a run, or even riding your bike could help track down these killers?

What if we took that hour you spend on the couch on Saturday morning snuggled with your children, watching Dora + taught them the value of helping another person. Many people think of volunteering, petitioning, lobbying, or mearly being involved in an interest group will devour your time. And yes, it can… but what if time is not something you have much of? But you want to make a difference, you want to help, you want to give hope, but you just don’t know where to get started. Here is were you can get started, give up 2-3 hours of a Saturday morning with the family and go walk, bike, or run for an organization that you support. This year I will be walking in the MS walk, the March of Dimes, the Race for the Cure + the Recovery Run… and you all should join me!

So, whatever you do, whether you bike, you run, you push a stroller, our you just like to walk in the fresh air, here are some great events that not only help the community, but help yourself {I can hear that bag of chips crunching as your reading this…}! I have a team signed up for each of these {in Utah, except for the bike race – but I know people who can get ya hooked up!}, If you would like to join my team shoot me an email at allegri{at}andkate{dot}org! (:

MS walk + MS bike race
March of Dimes
Susan Komen – Race for the Cure
Recovery Run

Apr 5 2010

Χριστός Ανέστη!! Christos Anesti!!!

what happens when you take men to a easter brunch...

Christ has risen!

Happy Easter ya’ll! I hope you all had a fabulous day celebrating the resurrection of Christ! If you haven’t read the story I posted yesterday… you really should, it really puts entire Easter “season” into perspective.

Love you all. God Bless!

Ἀληθῶς ἀνέστη! Alithos anesti!

He has risen indeed!

Apr 2 2010

good friday.

We may never truly realize the enormous price God paid in giving His Son to die for us. But let us never forget this ultimate sacrifice.

Its Good Friday, 2 days before Easter. Two days before the 2000 + some odd year anniversary of Life conqouring Death.  There are so many people in this world that have no idea behind the meaning of Easter, or even the meaning/need for the sacrifice that was made; I found this story a few years ago + love to pull it out every Easter because it really sets my own life + my own faith, into perspective, maybe it will do the same for you.


The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It’s not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it’s kind of interesting, and they’re sending some doctors over there to investigate it.

You don’t think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it’s not three villagers, it’s 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it’s on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before.

By Monday morning when you get up, it’s the lead story. For it’s not just India, it’s Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you’re hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as “the mystery flu”. The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, “How are we going to contain it?” That’s when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.

And that’s why that night when you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed, your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English: “There’s a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu.” It has come to Europe. Panic strikes. As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don’t know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die. Britain closes it’s borders, but it’s too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton.

It’s Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement: “Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I’m sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing.”

Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, “It’s the scourge of God.”

It’s Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, “Turn on a radio, turn on a radio.” And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made. “Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu.” Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California. Oregon. Arizona. Florida. Massachusetts. It’s as though it’s just sweeping in from the borders.

And then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It’s going to take the blood of somebody who hasn’t been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: “Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That’s all we ask of you. And when you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals.”

Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they’ve got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, “Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home.”

You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and that this is the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He’s yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, “Daddy, that’s me.”

Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. “Wait a minute, hold it!” And they say, “It’s okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn’t have the disease. We think he has got the right type.” Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another – some are even laughing. It’s the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, “Thank you, sir. Your son’s blood type is perfect. It’s clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine.”

As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and you wife aside and says, “May we see you for a moment? We didn’t realize that the donor would be a minor and we need . . . we need you to sign a consent form.”

You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty. “H-h-h-how many pints?”

And that is when the old doctor’s smile fades and he says, “We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren’t prepared. We need it all!”

“But – but…”

“You don’t understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We – we need it all – we need it all!”

“But can’t you give him a transfusion?”

“If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?”

In numb silence you do. Then they say, “Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?”

Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, “Daddy? Mommy? What’s going on?” Can you take his hands and say, “Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn’t just have to be. Do you understand that?”

And when that old doctor comes back in and says, “I’m sorry, we’ve – we’ve got to get started. People all over the world are dying.” Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, “Dad? Mom? Dad? Why – why have you forsaken me?”

And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don’t even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, “MY SON DIED! DON’T YOU CARE?”

Is that what He wants to say? “MY SON DIED. DON’T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?”

“Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts.

Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great love you have for us. Amen.”