MH foundation provides veterans an opportunity to heal through mission trips by rebuilding and giving back to communities in developing countries
I became an army wife in 2007. My husband Pat had many years in the service before I came along. He said one of things he liked about me was that he knew I could "handle it". I was a single mom at the time and was "handling" life everyday but being an Army wife was very different. I would lay in bed wondering if my husband would "snap" or have a bad dream and accidentaly kill me. I knew how to care for my children but no one taught me how to care for someone with PTSD. I've held my shaking husband in my lap as he returned from a deployment and was terrified by fireworks on the 4th of July. I know all to well the effects that PTSD and addictions related to PTSD can ruin lives. I made a promise to my husband on our wedding day, threw good times and bad. We've seen our share of bad and have learned from sharing our story how we can help others with the same struggles. Watching him heal through giving back on mission trips was a gift from god and now I'm commited to running this amazing foundation and helping Veterans and children in developing countries.
Co-founder/Small Group Leader
I graduated high school about 6 months early to enlist in 1999. I attended Basic, AIT, 11c school, jump school, and RIP at FT Benning GA. In December of 1999 I was assigned to 2/75 Ranger Battalion at JBLM. Since than I have deployed to Afghanistan 9 times and Iraq 2 times. During every one of my deployments I took part in countless direct action raids, several conventional combat operations, and a couple of hostage rescue missions. I left active duty in 2011 after 12 years. Currently I serve in the WA National Guard as an operations Sergeant Major. Over the last decade I have been battling PTSD, addiction, and this feeling of emptiness. As though I left part of my soul on those deployments. After being a part of building something in a developing country for someone I will never know, that emptiness began to fade away and I finally starting to feel a sense of hope, a sense of healing. I hope to help others who share this feeling.
Small Group Leader
I was a senior in college when 9/11 happened. I called my dad who had retired from the Army and asked, "We're going to war, aren't we?" I enlisted a few months after graduation as a medic, and was assigned to the 86th Combat Support Hospital at Fort Campbell, KY. I spent 2005 in "Baghdad ER" and then spent the following year not feeling any emotion at all. After my four I visited a VA hospital as a patient and loved being around the Veterans from all eras. I went to work for the VA where I felt I could continue the care that began back in that ER in Iraq (though this time administratively wink emoticon;)). I believe that scars can take many forms, but there is always hope for healing....it just might look a little different than we planned.
Worship Arts Pastor
Team Youth Director