Alison Davis was someone that I never met personally, although she was a friend of my mother’s. Alison lived on the other side of the world, in the UK. We live in New Zealand.
Through a series of events which can only be described as the Hand of God, Alison met my mother, Colleen, and subsequently was able to come to New Zealand in 2009 to share her story.
You see, Alison was no ordinary woman.
Alison’s life was one of great suffering. Born with spina bifida, she also had hydrocephalus, osteoporosis and a host of other conditions that at times made her pain unbearable. Alison also suffered from mental anguish.
For ten long years, Alison wanted to die. The pain was so much, the desire not to live so strong, that on numerous occasions Alison attempted suicide. She says that if euthanasia or assisted suicide were legal, she would have taken it.
But in time Alison found real hope. And in that hope she embraced her suffering. I am sure she offered up her suffering as a sacrifice in reparation for so many outrages against God. I know too that she offered her pain for those who needed her prayers.
The world has been blessed to have such a dedicated, inspiring woman walk amongst us. Her life, I am sure, will continue to inspire, continue to encourage and continue to be a voice for the most vulnerable in our society today the weak, the disabled, the unborn and those whose lives are deemed “unworthy of living”.