Anonymous DDC Clinic Donor

One Man’s Personal Story of Giving

I’ve often hesitated to share my story of giving. One late night, over a cup of coffee with an Amish friend who has since passed, I was reminded of the teachings from Matthew 6:1-21. To paraphrase, it speaks of how good works should remain humble and unseen, for if we are rewarded in this world, we forfeit our reward in heaven.

This conversation brought clarity to an experience I had during the ribbon-cutting of our first clinic. I had expressed my gratitude to a friend and his family for their contributions, but he seemed embarrassed, even upset. Now I understand why.

My journey of giving began modestly, around a kitchen table on an Amish farm. A few families had been traveling around the Amish settlements in Geauga and Holmes counties, seeking support from bishops to build a clinic for Amish children suffering from genetic metabolic disorders.

I had the privilege of driving them to some of these visits, which gave me precious time to learn more about their values, their deep connection to family, and their hopes for their children. As I listened, I realized that their hopes were the same as mine for my own children. This clinic wasn’t just a building; it represented a dream for the future of their community.

Since those early days, I’ve been fortunate to continue giving – both time and money – to DDC Clinic. Whether it’s making pie runs for an auction or helping to plan the many steps that have led us through the last 25 years, I’m proud to have played a part. As the clinic has grown and expanded its ability to serve more families, I’ve remained committed, often digging a little deeper when needed.

Even now, as I reflect on all that’s been accomplished, I know I can—and will—continue to give more, as the clinic’s mission and the community it serves continue to inspire me.

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