Meet the Heroine of Hope

Katherine Turner Farr was born in Atlanta twenty-one years ago.  She was the first of five children, who would include three brothers and one sister.  The doctors, nurses, and the family realized something was wrong from the very beginning of her life…  Katherine was born with Cerebral Palsy. 

Every hour, a baby is born with cerebral palsy (CP).  In the United States, one million people are affected by this condition, and worldwide, eighteen million individuals share this diagnosis.  Cerebral palsy is a group of neurological disorders that affect movement, muscle tone, and posture.  It results from damage to the brain that occurs before, during, or shortly after birth.  It’s important to note that CP is not a disease; rather, it encompasses various conditions that affect motor skills.  The extent and range of symptoms can vary widely due to damage in different areas of the brain.

Katherine must have understood from the beginning that she needed to push herself to achieve all that she would do in the days, weeks, and years to come.  From day one, it was apparent that ‘no’ would not be a word used often in her future.  Katherine’s loving but concerned family faced each day together.   As the years passed and hurdles were conquered,  Katherine’s remarkable resolve was simply to be one of the kids.   She made friends easily, and with enormous support, she turned a disability into mighty triumphs.

Time to run

  With all her siblings and parents being athletic, it’s no surprise that she is too.  In middle school, she joined the track team.  When asked why she wanted to participate, her response was, “Well, everybody else is doing it!” Despite using a walker, her indomitable spirit allowed her to eventually surpass other competitors in the track’s ambulatory division and win four state titles.  Her “why not?” attitude not only helps her win races but also inspires everyone who runs in life with her.

I interviewed Kat, as she prefers to be called, two days before her 21st birthday.   Initially, I found it challenging to understand her speech because of CP.  However, after a while, I began to grasp her words, and trust me, you definitely want to hear what she has to say.

As I sat with her at her breakfast table, I couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty and joy.  Her long, dark hair framed a face that radiated happiness.  Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes only added to her mesmerizing presence.  

“What do you wish more people understood about living with cerebral palsy or mobility issues?” I asked. 

“We are not fragile, nor are we mentally incompetent.  We have feelings, goals, and desires just like everyone else,” Kat replied.  

Growing faith

Knowing Kat’s faith is strong, I inquired, ” Was there a time when you drew closer to God?”

“When COVID first arrived, everything changed.  School was different, and so were people.  As individuals began to voice hurtful opinions on social media and express their anger, I felt overwhelmed by a wave of depression.  I turned to prayer and leaned on God for support, hoping to help myself and others rise above the sadness.”

Somewhere in her answer, there is a profound lesson: those of us who appear normal can act abnormally and affect the happiness of many.

“Kat, what are your goals going forward?”

She replied, “Completing my academic journey at the University of Georgia.  I want to continue building relationships with my Tri Delt sorority sisters and pursuing a career in marketing, public relations, and journalism.  I am hopeful  that I will be accepted into Georgia’s Grady School of Journalism.”

“Then after that, what would you like to achieve?  Marriage and children?” I questioned.

Her delightful answer,  “I want it all!”

She will find a way

Country Music is her passion.  She laughs at the time her disability put her in the front row of a Luke Bryan concert.  The music star saw her and came off stage to hug her.  It’s not a stretch; anybody would walk away from a song to meet Kat. 

Heroes come in all types and ages.  We see them on the battlefield or on a big screen telling their stories.  However, some are just around the corner.  They may stumble, speak slowly, and require assistance throughout the day.  But when nothing stops a human being from being the best they can be, they are champions.  

We understand inspiration through observing how others live.  Their contagious attitudes can motivate us to achieve the greatness they represent..

“What message would you give to those who hesitate to embrace or pursue their dreams because of perceived limitations?”  

Kat replied thoughtfully, and I understood her words clearly: “If God places a dream in your heart, you will find a way to achieve it.”

 There is no greater representative of hope than Katherine Turner Farr.

Grandpa and the Gift

After my grandfather died suddenly in August 1965, of course, my grandmother (aka Grandpa*) was inconsolable.  We were all very concerned about her, her finances, her spirits, and her health. 

Due to her enduring faith, her vitality eventually returned, and her health remained stable for another 29 years.  However, her finances were never as sound as her children desired because Grandpa never prioritized money.

Her priorities in life were always God first, family second, and fishing third.  Money was way, way down the list.  Every day without fail, she read her Bible and cooked meals for the family she adored.  However, after her chores were done, she grabbed her fishing pole, a can of worms, and headed to the pond.

Even when she had a dollar to spare, Grandpa would give it away to someone in town who seemed to need it more than she did.  There was always someone in need.  She took the Good Lord’s words to heart: “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God.” Greed and Grandpa were bitter enemies, and besides, she felt she had to go to Heaven because that’s where her beloved husband lived. 

Her selfless acts of giving were truly inspiring.

Despite the financial challenges, Grandpa was resourceful.  She grew her food and her gladiolas in a vast garden.  The vegetables she canned for winter, and the white flowers, were always for her Baptist church around the corner or the nursing home down the street.

Always Busy

When she wasn’t cooking or fishing, she was busy quilting a new bed cover or crocheting an afghan blanket to give away.  Her entertainment came from her competitive spirit; she was hard to beat in games like Scrabble or Rook, but we certainly enjoyed trying.  There was no betting or gambling involved with her games, nor money to be made from her beautiful quilts and blankets.  “Gambling is sinful, and those blankets are meant to keep folks warm!” she would declare.

She learned from the best that money was just something you needed, but when it becomes an obsession, it can turn one into a camel trying to get through a needle’s eye.

Grandpa’s harvest gold refrigerator was on the fritz.  If there was ever a person who needed a reliable fridge, it was Grandpa, because she could pack that appliance tighter than sardines in a tin can.   If you couldn’t find what you were looking for to eat inside, it likely meant that Grandpa was either in the hospital or had fallen into the pond while trying to catch Granddaddy Bass.

If she had only met you briefly, you would find your favorite food waiting for you in her old Frigidaire.

Grandpa really needed a new, roomier freezer and refrigerator.  My grandmother had a small nest egg from selling her house, but she had one issue: she inherited a stubbornness gene that still runs through the family today.

Her three children—Donald, Mary Ruth, and my mother—began to urge her to use some of the money to buy a new refrigerator.  However, Grandpa ignored all three of them, insisting that the old fridge would somehow come back to life.

Gift and giving

Christmas arrived, bringing three envelopes mailed to each of Grandpa’s children.  Inside each envelope was a check for $400.00.  “I know your Daddy would want you all to have this money.  Spend it on something you love because we love you!” Love, Mama.

Immediately, Grandpa’s children began calling one another.  They knew she was planning to give away all she had, and they understood that she indeed needed all she could keep.

Grandpa’s birthday was in June, so they hatched a plan.  They knew she wouldn’t take the money back because of her inherited stubborn illness, so the three decided to take their collective $1200.00 and buy her the finest refrigerator one could purchase at that time.

When it was delivered, Grandpa was not only shocked and surprised, but over the moon with giddiness.  “Oh shoot, y’all shouldn’t have done such a thing for me!” She said this as she quickly loaded the shelves with everyone’s favorite foods.

Until the day Grandpa died, she never knew it was her money that had purchased the new, fancy side-by-side refrigerator. 

Although Grandpa wasn’t wealthy, dear Lord, she was rich in so many other ways.  I would give away every dollar I have to be as Godly as she was.  I know, without a doubt, that she passed through the needle’s eye to sit beside the Lord she adored and the husband she loved.

Money can’t buy that kind of freedom and joy.

Ref:

*Matthew 19: 24

“Her Name Was Grandpa!” Lynn Gendusa