<blockquote class="instagram-media" data-instgrm-captioned data-instgrm-version="7" style=" background:#FFF; border:0; border-radius:3px; box-shadow:0 0 1px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.5),0 1px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.15); margin: 1px; max-width:658px; padding:0; width:99.375%; width:-webkit-calc(100% - 2px); width:calc(100% - 2px);"><div style="padding:8px;"> <div style=" background:#F8F8F8; line-height:0; margin-top:40px; padding:62.5% 0; text-align:center; width:100%;"> <div style=" background:url(data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAACwAAAAsCAMAAAApWqozAAAABGdBTUEAALGPC/xhBQAAAAFzUkdCAK7OHOkAAAAMUExURczMzPf399fX1+bm5mzY9AMAAADiSURBVDjLvZXbEsMgCES5/P8/t9FuRVCRmU73JWlzosgSIIZURCjo/ad+EQJJB4Hv8BFt+IDpQoCx1wjOSBFhh2XssxEIYn3ulI/6MNReE07UIWJEv8UEOWDS88LY97kqyTliJKKtuYBbruAyVh5wOHiXmpi5we58Ek028czwyuQdLKPG1Bkb4NnM+VeAnfHqn1k4+GPT6uGQcvu2h2OVuIf/gWUFyy8OWEpdyZSa3aVCqpVoVvzZZ2VTnn2wU8qzVjDDetO90GSy9mVLqtgYSy231MxrY6I2gGqjrTY0L8fxCxfCBbhWrsYYAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC); display:block; height:44px; margin:0 auto -44px; position:relative; top:-22px; width:44px;"></div></div> <p style=" margin:8px 0 0 0; padding:0 4px;"> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/BSXVruilViC/" style=" color:#000; font-family:Arial,sans-serif; font-size:14px; font-style:normal; font-weight:normal; line-height:17px; text-decoration:none; word-wrap:break-word;" target="_blank">It was when Cathy opened up about the invasive, terminal cancer that left her unable to work in her yard like she used to, and Tina began to talk about being careful with her hands because she is a musician, that Timebank began to work its greater magic. “What instrument do you play?” Cathy asked. “The hammered dulcimer,” Tina answered. “I had a very dear friend who played the dulcimer. Her name was Becky Milsaps.” “I loved Becky! Becky was my student!” Tina exclaimed. “And I was her hospice nurse,” said Cathy. Tina’s eyes filled with tears as she discovered this connection to Becky, a selfless, upbeat woman, whose illness and death from breast cancer imprinted on her the value of unbridled human connection. Indeed, “gardening” would be recorded in the Timebank log. But being able to help the woman who tended their mutual friend in her dying hour is what Tina will always remember about this exchange. “It was so wonderful to have this come back around. Even though I earned a TimeBank hour helping Cathy, I felt like it was an hour I gave back to her for all that she had given. I was brought to support her, to give her joy and satisfaction and a feeling of completion.” There was reciprocity before a single time dollar was exchanged. “Without Timebank, I would never have had this conversation about Becky. This work became a gift. Doing this gardening work for Cathy was almost like honoring our good friend together.” - Part 2 of 2 by Debra-Lynn Hook as told by Tina Bergmann @ Kent Community TimeBank, Ohio https://crookedriver.timebanks.org Photo by Debra Lynn-Hook . #timebankingis #community #50storiesin50days #timebanks #story #timeasmoney #honoringothers</a></p> <p style=" color:#c9c8cd; font-family:Arial,sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:17px; margin-bottom:0; margin-top:8px; overflow:hidden; padding:8px 0 7px; text-align:center; text-overflow:ellipsis; white-space:nowrap;">A post shared by TimeBanks USA (@timebanksusa) on <time style=" font-family:Arial,sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:17px;" datetime="2017-04-02T01:33:21+00:00">Apr 1, 2017 at 6:33pm PDT</time></p></div></blockquote><!-- [et_pb_line_break_holder] --><script async defer src="//platform.instagram.com/en_US/embeds.js"></script>