“The whole event challenges your understanding of God and his goodness. But it completely restored my faith in humanity. The things that people were doing out of support of Ransom and for our family were really amazing,” Clint said.
On the early morning hours of March 25, Ransom’s battle ended. From stories I’ve heard, up until his last days Ransom continued to be an inspiration to those closest to him. And I know he continues to be an inspiration to me.
In the past few days, I’ve reflected on the times I spent with Ransom. Our encounters might have been short, but to me they will last a lifetime. That September evening that I was at the Hardesty home, Ransom and his brothers, Athan and Ambrose, were outside playing. To Ransom, I was just a stranger who made him stop squirming long enough in the family’s dinning room to take a picture with him and his parents. I know that Ransom will never know how much his life, although short, touched mine. But one of the images I can’t get out of my head in these last few days is his sweet smile and his kind eyes. Even at his sickest, Ransom Hardesty never lost his smile. He was strong. He was courageous. His parents have said that Ransom Hardesty was the best of them. He was loving and kind.
I can’t help but imagine what this world would have been like if Ransom were given the chance to stay a little bit longer. But what I do know is that whenever life gets me down, whenever I think I can’t move forward, I’ll think of that sweet smile and those kinds eyes and I’ll do what Ransom did — I’ll carry on.