My Grampy was a World War II Veteran. He was a hero in World War II but my mom told me he didn’t think so. But I know he was. And also he is my hero.

When I was little my mom always would stop people when she saw them near a car with a Veteran’s license plate. She would shake their hands and say “Thank you for your service”. So since I could say the words I have done the same thing myself, because I know how much Veterans have sacrificed and that Veterans are the reason we have so much freedom in our country.

Sometimes the Veterans cry when I tell them “thank you”. That made me sad when I was little but my mom says that’s because their hearts are touched because we remember them and show them respect. Sometimes they are just happy and sometimes they talk to me and I tell them about my Grampy.

Whenever I see a car in a parking lot with a Veteran’s license plate I ask my mom if we can wait for them to come back to the car so we can thank them, but she always says no because we don’t know how long they’ll be gone from the car.

So my mom bought me these cards for Christmas and I love them so much because I am going to leave them on every Veteran’s car I see around near where we live and everywhere we travel. I am excited to thank all the Veterans I can, because they are all heroes to me.

Here are pictures of the front and back of my cards:



P.S. I said all these words but I told my mom what to type because this was long to explain and it would take me around a year to type all this.

Love, Evan

“Far Away” Is Not so Far Away at All

Hi, everyone! It’s me and Mom with some EXCITING NEWS!

If you remember from my previous post, I had a project that I was working on, and it was a big one. Recently all the hard work paid off, and I am excited to show you the result.

There is a little school in Tungod, Inabanga, Philippines that was badly damaged by an earthquake followed by a tsunami, and it used to be flooded every day at high tide, which is usually when the kids go to school.

Here is a picture of the flooded school:


Money was needed to buy gravel to fill the school yard so that the high tide will not be able to flood it anymore.

Thanks to my family and neighbors and friends who saved bottles for me or sent donations to HAND Philippines for my project, I was able to raise a LOT of money to buy gravel. I gave it to Sarah and Henk to bring to the Tungod Primary School in Tungod, Inabanga.


And this week, THIS HAPPENED!


This makes me so happy, I don’t even have enough words to explain it.

Thank you soooooooooo much to everyone who helped me with this project. This is OUR project together! I hope it makes you happy too. I will show more pictures when the school gets all fixed up.

Maybe we can do some more good things together in the future.

Remember that any place, no matter how far away in miles, can be very close in our hearts.

love_hearts_pair-wideLove, Evan


Touching Hearts Far Away

This is Evan, and I have a project that I am working on right now, and I am hoping a lot of people might help me with my project.

Me and my mom have friends Henk and Sarah.


Henk is a doctor and Sarah is a nurse.

They just got back from the Philippines where they were on a medical mission. They helped a lot of sick people there.


They do it a lot of times, and I am proud of them because they are very smart about medical things and they care about people a lot, and those are important things to combine for helping people.


Sarah and Henk have a lot of projects going on to help the people of the Philippines and I wanted a project that I could do myself.

In the Philippines they saw lots of things that made them sad.

One thing was a school for children that got flooded when the earthquake happened in 2014 and then a typhoon came. When that happened, the whole village of Tungod, Inabanga sank down about one meter.


Now every day at high tide the Tungod Primary School and the schoolyard flood with about two feet of water.




The water carries diseases that can make the children very, very sick. They can’t go to school in a school that floods every day.




Sarah and Henk found out that to fix the school they need to have gravel brought in to fill the part that sank, and it will cost around $1500 in American money. But the children live in a poor fishing village where the people fish to feed their families. Many of them don’t even have shoes to wear, but they still like to go to school and they all need to learn just like we do.

My project is to raise enough money to buy the gravel to fix the school and the land around it. Their school starts in June so I am trying to hurry.

I am getting bottles from all of my neighbors and friends to redeem for 5 cents each and I am having lemonade stands on my front lawn. My neighbors are really, really nice and they stop and usually give me more than 25 cents for a cup of lemonade that me and my mom make.

I did dog-sitting to earn money and I gave it to Henk and Sarah.

I am also going to sell some toys and games that I have, to earn money to help to fix the school, and I am going to rake leaves and pick up sticks.

Even the smallest donations can help. My Grampy used to say that if everyone gave just a little bit, together we could all help a lot.

This project means a lot to me because those children are just like me and my friends, and they need some help from us because we have a lot more than they have.


I know they are far, far away, but I think it would be nice to help them because it shows how close we can be in our hearts when we care about people everywhere.

Thank you so much to all of my friends and now here is my mom to tell you something:

Sarah and Henk Jordaan are part of an organization called HAND-Philippines. The organization does have 501(c)3 status, and all donations are tax deductible. If anyone wishes to contribute, checks can be made payable to HAND-Philippines and mailed to the following address:

P.O. Box 4
Augusta, ME 04332

Or to donate using PayPal:

Thank you very much!

Love, Evan

Spreading the Hope

Hi – this is Evan, and in today’s blog post I would like to talk about my friend, Mrs. R. ¬†She is 94 years old!


Every day I go over to her house and I get her mail, play with her, read to her, and help her with anything she needs.


Mrs. R. has taught me how to spread hope to people her age. And she gives me hope in many ways.

One of the ways that she gives me hope is that every time she has a struggle, she always comes back and gets strong again.


I learned from Mrs. R. that even though she’s 94, people her age can exercise every morning. She does over 200 leg exercises and 200 arm exercises every morning! And when I come over, we usually play pass and she gets more exercise. She even sits down on the floor and gets back up really well!

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Mrs. R. is the best exerciser who is 94 that I have ever known of in my life. She is a good example of someone who gives hope to all of us.

Mrs. R. and I have lots of fun when I go over. She says it’s one of the most enjoyable times of her day, and it is one of the best times of my day, too. She is like a grandmother to me.

Here is a picture to prove it!


Mrs. R. cannot see very well, so it is surprising that she can play cards with me! She brings hope to other people who have a hard time seeing.

Mrs. R. and I like to play cards a lot. Even though she cannot see very well, she beats me a lot at cards!

This time I let her win – let’s see if you can see how I did it:

These are just a few ways that me and Mrs. R. like to connect. We are like two peas in a pod. Even though there are 84 years between us we are still the best of friends!


I thought telling you all about my friend Mrs. R. would be a great way to spread the Easter hope!

Happy Easter to everyone – and keep spreading the hope!

Love, Evan (and Mrs. R. too!)


To be or not to be ———- the hope.

On Monday afternoon after a long journey home from our “Plan B Adventure” (otherwise known as lemonade from lemons), Evan and I were walking toward the front of the airplane to disembark when we spotted an elderly gentleman sitting in his seat, wearing a World War II cap on his head. My 10-year-old son looked at me and gasped, asking me if I saw him. “I need to meet him”, he said. “I need to thank him for his service!”

We exited the plane and we waited. We waited, and we waited, and we waited some more. Anyone familiar with ten year old boys knows that waiting is not something little boys do easily. But Evan’s eyes were intently focused on the door. He held his little “Thank you for your service” card tightly in his hand…and he waited silently.

We were asked several times by airline employees if we had left something on the plane or were waiting for someone else to deplane. “I am waiting for the World War II soldier”, my son would respond.

Finally, the gentleman’s daughter exited the plane, and an airline employee wheeled her father, the Veteran, out of the plane. Evan asked the daughter if he could talk to her father and give him a card. She was obviously very moved, and said yes – telling him to speak loudly because her father is 96 years old and has difficulty hearing.

Evan extended his hand to the gentleman, saying loudly and proudly, “Thank you for your service, Sir.”…and he placed his card in the man’s hand. The Veteran looked at Evan, and then looked down at the card, never letting go of his hand. He brought the card closer and read it. With tears in his eyes, he said “Thank you, young man. I was there at the very beginning.” Evan said, “Thank you for every minute you were there.”

I walked over to the gentleman and extended my hand and thanked him for his service as well. I told him that my father was a World War II Veteran. He said to me, “He was? I was there for five years, and…..” He was interrupted. In mid-sentence, as a 96-year-old Veteran of World War II began to speak about his experience, he was interrupted. Not by a 10-year-old boy, mind you…but by an airline employee who was in a hurry. “Alright, alright…let’s go. Let’s get moving here…enough of this. Let’s go.”

And just like that he cut off the experience – both for the 96-year-old Veteran and for his 10-year-old admirer.

To be or not to be the hope — is a choice.

There are moments in life that are so precious. In noticing them – in allowing them to happen – or in cultivating them – in being a catalyst for a hopeful moment – we can leave a light flickering in a heart forever.

Or not.

Given the chance, it is far more worthwhile to be the hope – than it is to be in a hurry.