My heart has been hurting for the past week or so. Two Fridays ago, my daughter's friend Ka'Vyea Tyson-Curry was shot in the parking lot of a gas station. So was his dad. His dad died. Someone walked up to their car and unloaded eight rounds, killing Ka'Vyea's dad and paralyzing Ka'Vyea. The bullet hit his hand, lungs and spine. He's in the pediatric ICU. He's having trouble breathing. He has a breathing tube and a feeding tube. He's sedated. I've said just a little bit about it because it isn't my story to tell, but now there's a website and a way to help, so I'm asking for help. 

The mountain for Ka'Vyea and his mom, Tanesha, just seems so high to climb. Rehabilitation, a wheelchair, a wheelchair van, the hospital bills (she has insurance, but, yeah), the emotional and physical and mental energy needed to just deal with the reality of what has happened. Two weeks ago, Ka'Vyea was playing with my girl and their group at recess. Now he can't walk or breathe. I just can't even.

If you'd like to contribute to Ka'Vyea's fund (from the website) (Ka'Vyea's family nickname is "Buddha"):

We've been swarmed with inquiries of how to contribute to his recovery care, so an account has been setup in his name at Bank of America. You can go to any branch just tell them you want to contribute to the Kavyea Buddha Tyson-Curry Fund.

Ka'Vyea also loves to read. He's a very smart kid and likes facts, history and science. If you'd like to send books for him to read during his recovery, here is an address: