Currently our volunteers consist of parents, siblings, therapists, nurses, school teachers, students, and adults from all areas of business in the Dalhart area.

~ A poem written by Karen Stuchlik and dedicated to her mother Cindy Hiner

Open Arms

I can feel
   what's not said.
I listen to
   what's not understood.
I can feel
   'looks' as people walk by.
I wonder
   how it can be.
Imprisoned ...
   in this body of mine.
My soul,
   my spirit is here.
I can't
   feel so much more.
Your love
   with understanding
of what
   is unknown to me.

I wonder
   how can it be.
'Love' showed me
   I'm not imprisoned.
The love
   with you, I feel.
Now I know
   I'm not alone.
I can see
   how it can be.
Open Arms,
   to me, opens my world.
I see now
   It's to be unknown.
You opened
   your heart to me.
Now I
   have the greatest view
because ...
   God sent me, to you!

I wish ...
   everyone had someone like you.
My angel sent from God
   through Open Arms.

~ Karen Stuchlik