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Home > Dedications to Make > Libby Dedications to MakeMeet “Angel of the Night” Libby and her husband Greg
Dear Delilah,
In my life, I have only known less than a handful of TRUE angels on this earth. People who seem to have lived consistently, throughout their lives giving and nurturing others. The reason I feel that this makes them true angels is because they seem to have been born that way, sent from God, never faltering on their path to love others.
My sister Libby would be embarrassed for me to be writing to you about her. Yet, because of what she has done in the last few years, I feel that you would love to hear her story. Ever since Libby was a little girl, she has been special. Being in a military family, we moved about every two years when we were growing up. Out of four children, Libby was always the first to attract all the neighborhood kids, dogs and cats. She made friends so effortlessly.
I remember when she was in the fourth grade she was such a tomboy and loved Hotwheels cars. They were with her all the time. That Christmas, she wrapped up each and every one of her cars and gave them to all the kids in our new neighborhood. Each kid seemed to understand how special that gift was. She loved seeing the happy faces and never once regretted her decision. There are so many "Libby stories", too many to share here.
She has always been the most generous person I have ever known. This generosity has followed her to adulthood. One afternoon, while driving down a very busy highway, she saw a teenage girl walking on the side of the road with a baby on one hip and a bag of groceries on the other. Libby pulled off the road and asked this girl "where is your stroller"? The girl defensively said she didn't have one. Libby went around and popped the trunk, taking out her own double stroller. She took the groceries and set them in the back and the baby in the front. She said, "Well, you do now". With that, she got back in her car and drove off. She never asked that girl her name and never saw her again. The only reason anyone would know this story is because when I went up to visit her we were holding her own two little boys at the mall and I asked her where her stroller was. She told me about the young girl and I rolled my eyes, (typical Libby), and she said “Let's go get another one”.
Fast forward, three boys and one daughter later. Her boys are all grown and her daughter is 13. Delilah, Libby and her husband Greg always dreamed of starting an orphanage. The short story is that God led them to El Salvador where they began a journey that changed many, many peoples lives. There first visit to El Salvador showed them one caregiver to 36 toddlers and many infants. Dozens of older children were wandering around with no hope. So many children living in dirt. No plumbing, crumbling down walls, and children who would grow up to become gang members or prostitutes. With fearless hearts filled with the love of God, they began what they say is their joy and purpose for this life. They have recruited many, many people who have joined them in this selfless journey of service and love. They have spent thousands of dollars of their own money to help rebuild these lives. The people who volunteer also pay their own way to El Salvador each year, using vacation time. In fact, donations are given straight to the orphanage to pay the teachers and building improvements. I could go on and on telling you about this or you could check the website on orphanhelpers.com.
The point I am trying to make is that Libby is one of the most giving, humble, beautiful, selfless, loving, caring people anyone could every meet. I wish you could meet her too. Her warmth spreads to others like the sun. My sisters name is Libby Garrett. Her husband Greg has built a very successful real estate company. They both share the same philosophy that "to whom much is given, much is expected". This explains why there home is constantly open to anyone who needs to hold a charitable event, prayer group, or just needs to feel my sisters love. She is my angel and my hero.
Sincerely,
Rosalie Fuller
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