From the Ashes of Disaster – Trinity Rose

Trinity Rose is a 36 year old woman who has lived in Louisiana her whole life.


Since her parents died, Trinity has pretty much kept to herself, running an eBay store and dog kennel from her mobile home. But when the floods hit Denham Springs last August, everything changed. She was sitting in her house with her boyfriend Randy when the river near her home crested, letting raging rapids loose on her home. As Trinity looked around, she remembers praying that the water would stop rising but watched helplessly as it rose higher and higher.

Trinity also remembers realizing that the water was not going to stop and recalls how suddenly her prayers changed. She was overcome by a moment of incredible peace amidst the chaos, an almost palpable assurance that this was supposed to happen and that all was going to be OK.

The following moments were a blur of commotion as Randy diverted Trinity’s attention back to the immediate danger and they set about trying to flag a rescue boat. Trinity recalls trying to reach her backyard to save her dogs but that by stopping her, Randy’s quick thinking actually saved her life.

Climbing onto the roof, they were finally able to get hold of a rescue boat. As they climbed on and the boat pulled away, Trinity held on to her door knob with all her might, desperate to prevent her beloved possessions from floating away. Amidst the chaos of that one moment, that was all that really mattered – that her lifelong memories should still be in the house on her return, whatever their condition. As the boat pulled away, she held on to that door as if her life depended on it, and with Randy holding on to her, finally the door closed.

With nowhere else to go and no family to fall back on, Trinity spent the next five months living in a tent in front of her ruined home.  She had no insurance and was denied assistance by FEMA. Her car was ruined in the floods so she had no form of transportation. Worse still, people from other less impacted neighborhoods kept driving by her property and slowing down as they saw people were living in a tent.  Trinity felt like she was on display and found herself feeling bitter, scared and worst of all, completely forgotten by the world.

Then one day, she heard about All Hands Volunteers.  Trinity admits to being a little skeptical at first – who turns up for free, with no strings attached, to throw themselves into the task of gutting a stranger’s flood infested house? It sounded far too good to be true.


But when the team arrived, something changed for Trinity.  She describes it like this:

“I was experiencing a depression that I don’t even have the words to describe. I would just sit there in my front yard looking at my house and there was no hope. I’d already exhausted avenues that I thought would offer assistance.  I don’t have family. I don’t have anything. But when a group shows up and shows they care about you. That was the amazing thing that changed everything.”

“All Hands people are like shining diamonds. And they come together for the common purpose…it’s the sheer magic of it that is amazing to me.  You can’t buy that in life. And without having this horrible tragedy, I never would have been able to experience that.”

Trinity so beautifully articulates a common theme that we hear again and again across disasters of every kind in every corner of the world. It’s a perspective that seems only accessible to those who find themselves in the midst of extreme suffering. Time and time again, we see people who have lost everything speaking simultaneously of the heartache and pain of loss and a keen awareness of the “tender mercies” they experienced at the hands of generous neighbors, family, friends and the world at large.

As Trinity describes it, “to have your entire existence shaken up changes your perspective in a way that would not be possible outside of a tragedy. Tragedies have gifts that they give people if you’re only open enough to receive them.  The flood took everything I had. But I’m a better person now than I ever was before the flood.”

To us who show up with shovels and gloves, the powerful energy of people like Trinity who somehow manage to see joy and blessings even as they stand in the ashes of their lives sparks something new in us too. I think it’s called Hope.  Hope that tomorrow will be better than today. Hope that our own hardships are not as bad as they seem. And Hope that maybe, just maybe, there’s a whole lot more Good in the world than we thought.




Your Part in #EveryChild Matters

As disasters and conflicts of all kinds seem to be swirling around us now more than ever, we feel that we have been wrapped in a warm blanket of love and support that has come not from your wallets, but from your hearts. As such, we wanted to do more today than just post a message of thanks. We wanted to share with you some of the good that you have shared with us.

Here are just a few of the reasons:

Andrew Brown: “I’m 10 years old and at the end of the year I donate some of my savings to a charity. I hope this helps someone.”

Mimi Hancock: “My son, John, was a volunteer with you several years ago, helping to coordinate relief efforts in Haiti in 2008. He has remained committed to your work, its power, reach and kindness. We applaud and thank you for all you do selflessly to help others in need here at home and around the world. In this divisive time in our country, it is especially inspiring to see you unite us with others through true care, help, and hard work THANK YOU!”

Sherri Seaman: “You give hope and inspiration to children everywhere, you should be very proud!”

Rebecca Bromark: “In memory of my grandmother, who had the biggest heart and who loved all people so much. I hope your organization can keep making lives better for more children, their grandparents and their families, around the globe.”

Greg Lande: “To help those less fortunate!”

Wilfred Yenko: “Thank you All Hands for reviving hope and joy to communities around the world.”

Jack Ferrebee: “Thank you David for your endless generosity!”

Sue Patterson: “I had a profoundly moving and meaningful experience volunteering for a week in October with All Hands in Baton Rouge, LA. I am very impressed with the dedication of the All Hands staff and volunteers, and with the simplicity of the All Hands organization-the singular focus. I believe in you!”

Teresa Regan: “We all need to start taking better care of one another. Everyone deserves hope.”

Marinel Valentini: “Thank you AHV for transforming into reality children’s dreams of living and studying in safe environments.”

Karen and David Mount: “I was fortunate enough to get an inside glimpse of All Hands when I volunteered after the Moore, OK tornado devastation. It is a very well run organization that reaches out to help those in need…both near and far…That is what our country is truly about.”

Curty Croisetiere: “Great cause! Great people! Great country!”

Joseph Dragone: “I am blessed with a great family and want to share my good fortune with others.”

Hillary Morton: “If you have it to give then it is only right to pay it forward.”

JJ Hepp: “#EveryChild matters!”

Jan and Beez Hazen: “There’s no better Team!  We know this because we’ve worked with Hands in the US and abroad.  Thanks, David, for your vision, leadership and continued contributions.”

With that, we add our voice to yours. Here’s to more light in the world, more help for the helpless, more light in the dark, and more hope for us all.

~ Erik Dyson


You did it. Once again,  you came through for us and those we serve, breaking the seemingly impossible $100,000 glass ceiling on Giving Tuesday with an amazing $102,322 in donations. This puts us at a grand total of $152,322 with David Campbell’s generous match. We are humbled and proud to know you and call you our friends. THANK YOU!

All Hands Volunteers Nepal Earthquake Response


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For the better part of October, we spent our time volunteering with All Hands Volunteers Nepal Earthquake Response. We were stationed in Trishuli where we spent the month assisting with the construction of a new school for over five hundred children. Trishuli is a small city located in the rural Nuwakot district of Nepal, about a four hour bus ride from Kathmandu (granted the road is in tact — one fellow volunteer reported a 16 hour bus ride as a mudslide had taken out a portion of the road and the entire bus sat and waited until the road had been ‘repaired’). 

Although we didn’t know quite what was in store coming to work with All Hands Volunteers, we naturally held some expectations as we had undertaken quite a bit of research into the…

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Last Tuesday…


Last Tuesday my tea was hot and endless. I looked through my closet deciding which dress to wear, trying on a dozen shoes. I stood in my bathroom and took for granted the clean water than ran from the spigot, the toothpaste and makeup just another part of my everyday routine. My biggest dilemma was whether to drive, walk or bike to work. Today all of that has changed. My eyes and heart have seen a state of disaster.

The beautiful souls of Louisiana have endured a “1000 year flood.” There are no words to describe the sites on the ground. Think of yourself, the town you live in. Think of the houses that you drive past and admire. The houses that have held Thanksgiving dinners and birthday parties. Think of the houses that have welcomed home newborn babies, and deployed soldiers. Now imagine 90% of those homes flooded by swollen rivers. The coffee shop you go to in the mornings, under five feet of water. Your favorite lunch spot, the chairs are floating through broken windows, they’ll never reopen because for a small business owner the loss is too great.

Now imagine returning to your flood ravaged home a week after being rescued by a stranger in a boat. Your door is marked with a red spray painted X signaling that the home was searched for survivors, or for bodies. The smell is nauseating, but it doesn’t compare to what you’ll find inside. Your furniture has floated from room to room. Your grandmother’s china was smashed when the china cabinet bobbed around in the water and tipped over, your books, family photos, your clothes, your shoes, destroyed. Your car has been pushed several feet from where you parked it, and it is leaking brown putrid water. You look down the street to see hundreds of others wandering around their yards, sharing your fate.

Last Tuesday, I was a girl who worried over silly things. This Tuesday I am a girl who has seen the heartbreaking devastating impacts of a flood. I can’t turn away unchanged and you shouldn’t either. This is happening, it is real. PLEASE do what ever you can to help.

-Melissa Sheets


“Let’s Give a Hand to All Hands, Ecuador” A Poem

By Rachel A. Vigil

I arrived on June 6th
and the time has flown
after three short weeks
I consider this a new home

I’ve never spent so many
nights in a tent
but hey, ain’t it great?
we don’t have to pay rent!

It takes me a while
to come out of my shell
the heat, a new country
I’m sure you could tell

And it’s true what they say
the first week can be rough
but by week two it seems
I began to adjust

Now I’m older than most
which shouldn’t much matter
except in recent years
Ive become older, and fatter!

Yet I know and have seen
that each day I grow stronger
much like our group here
as we stay involved longer

Water jugs I can carry
always lift with my knees
whereas at the beginning
I’d need some help — please??

My story is mine
but of course it’s yours too
did you ever even dream
you’d haul this much bamboo?

Only here it’s called cana
and it’s used everywhere
take a look at our table
and check out Sean’s chair!

You all got creative
in every which place
made structures, cana huts
that transform our base

But the best part of course
is the work that we do
no glamour, no glory
yet each day we start new

Committed to helping
those who need it the most
blessed by a beautiful location
on Ecuador’s coast

We joke and we laugh
as we get the job done
truly sweaty and stinky
but that’s part of the fun

We’re from different countries
a unique community we make
helping repair and rebuild
after a disastrous quake

Not just houses or buildings
that our efforts will touch
we reach the hearts and the lives
of those who lost so much

Ask anyone here
and I’m sure they believe
that it really is better
to give than receive

So to my new volunteer family
formed out here on the sands
keep building, keep giving
‘til I come back to All Hands!



One Village’s Miracle

One Village’s Miracle in Fiji after Cyclone Winston.


Fiji, for many of us, is a far away land of idyllic beaches, abundant beauty and flourishing rain forest. The perfect vacation spot. But for the villagers of Delakado, Fiji is home. The village consists of about 300 people. A blissful life where community spirit runs deep, where each and every home is open to all who pass through, where even the preparation of daily meals becomes a collective effort and a veritable feast.

The rumors of Cyclone Winston were rife for the Fijians. But nothing could have prepared them for the staggering force of the winds that came howling through on February 20, 2016. Delakado, Tailevu, lay nearly in the path of the eye of the storm ­ a blistering whirlwind of flying debris as everything around its people was swept up in its wake. Too weak to withstand the power of a category 5 cyclone, infrastructures entirely collapsed as homes came crumbling down. All but one.


The entire village somehow managed to hide under the floorboards of one particular house. Although owned by one individual, it was actually used for village gathering events. Thus, it was built with a higher standard. As a last hope from the powerful Winston, the women, children, and elderly huddled together under the floorboards of the house. The strongest stood above and with all their might, held the walls up to thrust outward against the storm whilst the brunt of the wind tore the rest of the village down. They held up the walls until the storm subsided. Amazingly, no one was killed. It was a miraculous community effort that will pave the way for what comes next, as they pick up what little remains of their village and start over.

When our response team arrived on the scene, it didn’t take long to note the incredible local capacity in Delakado. And more importantly, the unshakable philosophy of a community determined to stand on its own two feet and rebuild itself in the face of adversity. A pre­-existing spirit of volunteerism, or as local Fijians so accurately describe it, “community comes first, the individual second”.


In Fiji, any tension or disaster can be alleviated by a collaboration supported by extensive connectedness. In fact, this is the very same credo that fuels the members of All Hands Volunteers. A steadfast belief in the power of community ­ an extended family unit of sorts that allows no ­one to go unloved, unnoticed or uncared for.

As so vividly described by staff member, Gary Pitts, who stated, “The community have really come out to support the teams in the field. We have been welcomed with open arms.. we have seen volunteers from all parts of the social structure in the village, including the Village Headman who has worked right along our side”.


No matter how much rubble and debris there is; or how shattered, torn, and dusty the task; the people of Delakado believe anything can be rebuilt if we’re all working together. This belief kept them alive as they huddled under one roof together amidst the cyclone and is,certainly, a belief that we’ve found is worth carrying out forever–thanks to the people of Delakado.

Thakur’s Story


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There is something quite unique about Thakur. Perhaps it’s his warm heart or those kind eyes we’ve all come to be so fond of. At 25 years old, already a responsible husband and father to his family, Thakur earns his living as a porter, commuting several hours from his home in Nuwakot to the inner cities of Nepal, carting heavy goods over great distances.

When Thakur set out to the city on the morning of April 25, 2015, he had no idea how his life was about to change and that he’d be suffering the loss of his baby daughter. As the 7.8 magnitude earthquake hit Nepal, Thakur found himself running faster than ever before as he rushed home to reach his family.


“During the earthquake, I didn’t know what was happening. I was scared and just started to run. I couldn’t find anywhere safe to escape to until I found a road and suddenly blacked out,” Thakur recalls.

When he finally came to, he ran for 2 hours until he reached his family and youngest daughter who was severely injured. He rushed her to the nearby hospital, only to find that she needed a surgery they couldn’t afford. In an urgent bid to save their daughter’s life, Thakur and his wife took out a private loan.

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However, after an agonizing 17 day wait in the hospital, their daughter sadly passed away the day before her surgery. She was 9 months old.

When All Hands Volunteers came to help clear the rocks and rubble, no­one quite anticipated the magnitude of the bond that would be created with Thakur and his family. Moved by their story and remarkable resilience in the face of such tragedy, it would have been difficult to not be equally transformed.

As noted by staff member Tim Hill:

“He opened his home and heart to me. He shared with me a story that I and many others could never fathom, a story of hardship and loss on an incomprehensible level. For someone who has lost so much, his love and honesty touched me in a way that will stay with me for the rest of my life”.

Each day, as the volunteers arrive on site, Thakur and his family await with a big warm welcome. Optimism is shared all around the site as volunteers rubble away and suddenly, a weight is lifted.

“All Hands Volunteers helped me when nobody else would.. I would have never been able to clear this rubble by myself. Because of the volunteers, I finally feel happy again.” said Thakur.

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Thakur’s wife smiles and we are once again reminded of the extraordinary fortitude of a nation that has lost so much ­ their warmth, generosity and unfailing optimism a lesson for us all.