
Not sure how many of you have heard of Nie Nie, or Stephanie Aurora Clark Nielsen as she is otherwise known, but her story is true inspiration. I’ve been meaning to share her story for those who may be unfamiliar with it for some time.
I happened upon her story in the LDS Church News last year and subsequently discovered her blog which chronicles the joys of being a wife and mother who is smitten with her family. Stephanie and her husband Christian were critically injured in a small plane crash in August that took the life of one of the other passengers. Both were burned severely. Christian was burned over 35 percent of his body, and Stephanie was burned over 80 percent of hers. She was placed in a medically induced coma and remained so for, I believe, nearly 5 months.
Upon hearing of her plane crash, the blogosphere (particularly the mommy blogosphere - which I’ll talk more about in another post) rallied behind her. Word of this amazing woman and her tragic accident spread like wildfire and visitors to her blog apparently went from 1,000 a day to nearly 20,000. I became one of them. Her sister began keeping updates on Christian and Stephanie’s progress on her own blog. Fans of Stephanie’s blog began citing their favorite Nie Nie posts which were reposted with stories of how and why they touched them. An online auction started by one of her fans to assist with the millions of dollars in medical bills turned into hundreds. Once you read her blog, you’ll see that it’s no surprise.
Well, Stephanie and Christian are home now (now in UT closer to family and special care), but the recovery is far from over. Stephanie is back to blogging again, and I’m so glad. She teaches me that moments are fleeting, to be grateful for and cherish each one, and not to take life or the simple things for granted, such as the simple ability to pick up my child when she reaches her arms up for me. She reminds me to find the good in everything. She inspires me to live and love with all my heart. And here is just one example of how and why…
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Posted June 10, 2009
Love

Tonight after the scrumptious dinner Mr. Nielson cooked, I lay my tired bones on the couch.
I was had. I had been going all day it seemed like (but not really, it just felt that way) so Mr. Nielson put on my old running mix on the ipod to listen too as my pain meds kicked in. It was kind of sad to hear it and associate my healthy, happy body with the mix.
It was pumping me up for running again someday not too far off, I hope?
My children were all spread out in the family room reading books, making airplane noises and laughing. It was a delight. Usually after dinner I am the one cleaning up and missing out on my children being content with full bellies and happy hearts after a full day of playing.
I suggest every mother relish that time…dishes can wait-seriously.
Jane jumped on the couch next to me and began talking. That chickie has a mouth. Woah! She talks and talks and talks. I love it, but sometimes its so fast I can’t even understand her. (I feel for you Dad, I know what you mean about her) She was describing the big thing she wanted to do with me tomorrow.
“Painting, no coloring, no wait Mom…do you have glitter we have to have glitter all different colors and popsicle sticks and those fuzzy things that make those cool things on the butterfly heads…”
I didn’t mean to, but I tuned her out for a few minutes because there out my window was Mr. Nielson. He was in his white shirt and jeans watering the flowers. He stood on the front porch, behind him dark thunder clouds gathering and the wind ever so slightly blowing his blonde hair. I had complete and utter love for that man. Partly lustful too. (I can say that) My heart swelled big and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Ohhh how I love him! How I need him!
My mind wandered to the crash. Mr. Nielson saved my life. He opened the airplane door which was on fire, cleared a path for me breaking his toe and his back. It was heroic and knightly. He was motivated by love. He found his way to safety and looked back only to realize I was not following. His heart sank. He ran around to the other side of the plane just in time for it to go up in flames. He yelled and screamed my name over and over and I his…we just couldn’t get to each other.
I did get out and followed his path.
My love for him is not of this world. It can’t be broken by anything, not by and worldly ideas of what love is. Not by death. Nothing. Love is Godly, God is love. And we are his children. Our bond will carry us to the eternities and beyond. It’s not cheesy, it’s truth.
Mr. Nielson just happened to turn to the window and give his trademark smile to me on the couch. I think he knew I was thinking of him.
And Jane still continued to talk to me about making a picture of the day and one of the night. Then she asked what I was going to color and I told her:
“daddy”.
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I hope you’ll take a moment to enjoy more of her blog: http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/
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Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh this morning when Jason let one rip and Juliana responded with a raspberry. |
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Jasmine is ready to rent a UHaul and go truckin’ ’round the DC area for all the amazing finds she’s discovering on CraigsList. |
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Commentary: Let’s end disposable marriage
Editor’s note: Leah Ward Sears stepped down this week as Chief Justice of the Georgia Supreme Court. In 1992, she became the first woman — and youngest person — appointed to Georgia’s highest court.

Leah Ward Sears, with her brothers William Thomas (Tommy) Sears, left, and Michael Sears.
ATLANTA, Georgia (CNN) — After Tommy’s sudden death, we found among my brother’s personal effects a questionnaire he had completed in 2005 for a church class.
The very first question was a fill-in-the-blank that went like this: “At the end of my life, I’d love to be able to look back and know I’d done something about …..”
“Fathers,” Tommy wrote.
When asked to identify something that angered him that could be changed, Tommy wrote, “Re-establishment of equity and balance and sanity within the American family.”
My brother was born to be a father, and he grew into a good and loving one. Tommy was tall and handsome, smart, witty and fun. A graduate of the Naval Academy and a Stanford-educated lawyer, he married and fathered a little girl and boy who were the center of his life.
Tommy felt that one of the worst problems in our country today was family breakdown and fatherlessness. He railed against intentional unwed childbearing and the ease with which divorce was possible. He didn’t like that we have become a society that values the rights of adults to do their own thing over our responsibility to protect our children.
As a judge I have long held a front row seat to the wreckage left behind by our culture of disposable marriage and casual divorce that my brother so despised.
No-fault divorce was a response to a very real problem. The social and legal landscape that preceded it largely prevented casual divorce, but it often trapped people in abusive marriages. It also turned divorces into even uglier affairs than they are today, forcing people to expose in court damaging information about their children’s other parent. That system was intolerable, and we should never go back to that.
But no-fault divorce’s broad acceptance as an unquestioned social good helped usher in an era that fundamentally altered the seriousness with which marriage is viewed. It effectively ended marriage as a legal contract since either party can terminate it, with or without cause. This leaves many people struggling to remake their lives after painful divorces that they do not want. It also left many parents cut off from, or sidelined in, the lives of the children they love.
When Tommy divorced, as in so many cases, a bitter struggle over resources and the children ensued. My brother came to believe that the legal system turned him into a mere visitor of his children.
Tommy eventually accepted a job as a lawyer for the State Department and went to Iraq (and later to Dubai) in order to make the money needed to support his children. Being in a war zone, under terrible conditions without the children he loved, was unbearable to him.
On November 5, 2007, my phone rang before daybreak. A U.S. Foreign Service officer was on the other line. Was I the sister of William Thomas Sears?
I knew before I was told what had happened. Tommy had died. But the cause took my breath away: My brother had taken his own life.
I know I’ll never understand fully all that factored into his decision to kill himself. No doubt Tommy was wrestling with more demons than he had ever admitted to me or knew himself. But as a divorcee myself and, for a number of years, a single parent, I know the immense pain of divorce and its aftermath. The limitations the law placed on Tommy’s right to raise his own children after his divorce magnified my brother’s pain and was, I believe, more than he could live with.
Tommy was only 53 when he committed suicide. That was more than a year ago, and I am still learning to live without him and live with the fact that this man I looked up to all my life chose to end his own life.
Tommy’s loss has catapulted me even farther down a path I was already on. This may sound like heresy, but I believe the United States and a host of Western democracies are engaged in an unintended campaign to diminish the importance of marriage and fatherhood. By refusing to do everything we can to stem the rising rate of divorce and unwed childbearing, our country often isolates fathers (and sometimes mothers) from their children and their families.
Of course, there are occasions when divorce is necessary. And not everyone should marry. But it has become too easy for people to walk away from their families and commitments without a real regard for the gravity of their decision and the consequences for other people, particularly children.
Removing no-fault divorce as a legal option may not be the right way to move forward, and the solutions we need may not be entirely legal in nature. But answers must be found. The coupling and uncoupling we’ve become accustomed to undermines our democracy, destroys our families and devastates the lives of our children, who are not as resilient as we may wish to think. The one-parent norm, which is necessary and successful in many cases, nevertheless often creates a host of other problems, from poverty to crime, teen pregnancy and drug abuse.
The loss of my brother has changed my life, as these losses so often do to people. This summer, after 26 years, I’m hanging up my robe as a judge to return to private practice.
I will spend some of my time teaching a course in family law at the University of Georgia Law School. And I have accepted a fellowship at the Institute of American Values in New York — a private, nonprofit, nonpartisan organization that contributes intellectually to strengthening families and civil society in the United States and the world.
At my request, the fellowship is named after my brother. As the William Thomas Sears Distinguished Fellow in Family Law, perhaps now I can truly do “something about fathers” — a mission I’m on for Tommy and a critical calling for all of us.