The story of Zachary Taylor that first printed in the Wetzel Chronicle last week captured the hearts of many. The young New Martinsville man who was given just a week or two to live wasn't worrying about himself or his life, but rather his funeral expenses. All who heard the story were touched and he has become a media darling, telling his story to many and touching the hearts of more along the way. Social networks are sharing the story across the nation and undoubtedly the world. Zachary has a heart of gold, even while under stress because of his cancer.
When I was attempting to tell his story through words I couldn't help but have a soundtrack to the scenario running through my head. It is off of Brad Paisley's latest album, This Is Country Music-which I might add is a fantastic album, one that has taken up residence in my office CD player since spring.
The song was "One Of Those Lives". It says in part: Rush hour traffic, Always puts me in a bad mood. I got chewed out by the boss today, And now I'm stuck on highway 92. Then you call me on my cell phone, While I'm cussin' out a Cadillac. You say remember Tom and Jenny's little boy? Well, the doctors say the cancer's back. . . Man its been one of those days, When I been thinking poor me. I got no right to complain I guess, Cause right now all I can see. Is a little angel in a Yankees cap, It makes me realize. It's just been one those days for me, But for him it's been one of those lives."
Even before meeting Zachary that song always put me on the verge of tears, particularly right at the point where the ellipse is in the paragraph above. I cannot imagine hearing those words, particularly about one of my children.
But that is exactly what Zachary and his family have heard countless times. This time is the last.
It is indeed sad, yet Zachary insists on no tears, because he has faith. Without that, how can people even exist? How can they take life's pressures and trials? I often wonder that. I have faith-believing in God, thanking him for his control in my life, and leaning on him relentlessly-but I doubt my faith is big enough to be measured in any way to Zachary's. Even without something as serious as cancer to deal with, I'm reduced to tears on a regular basis.
Zachary has taught us all many lessons in faith, concern for family, preparedness, and perseverance. He is leaving a legacy, something few people do, particularly in under 18 years of life. Thanks to the generous donors to the Zachary Taylor Trust Fund set up at WesBanco, he will leave more of a legacy than he planned. Weldon Williams, who thought of and set up the account, asked Zachary what he wanted to be done with the funds if they were more than sufficient to pay for his funeral expenses, which is almost certain. With some he wants to pay his medical expenses and with the rest he wants to pay it forward toward the funeral expenses of another youngster whose family can't afford them.
Do you need a tissue yet? (I promise I won't tell Zachary if you cry.)
Thank you Zachary, for living one of those lives.