Knowing Debbie would be proud

I first met Debbie when she was a social worker with the Department of Children and Families sometime in the 1990s.  She was everything you hoped a social worker would be. She fought hard for families and cared more about children than anyone I knew. She was forever spending her own funds to make certain that kids in state care had nice clothes, something to eat and plenty of toys. One of my favorite calls from Debbie went something like this, “Hey Linda, you’re a lawyer so maybe you know some wealthy lawyer looking to help someone down on her luck. You see I have a client who can get her kids back if she finds a decent apartment, and well she needs 400 dollars for the security deposit, can you find someone to help her?” Of course, one of my friends was happy to help. No one could say no to Debbie D’Iorio. In 2006, when I heard that Debbie had died, a piece of my heart was gone. I kept thinking how sad I was for her parents and sister, and I was worried about Debbie’s “kids.” Who would take care of them? For years, my children had been donating toys to DCF, and now we had a mission to honor Debbie’s memory. Thus, Debbie’s Treasure Chest was started. Every time a parent or child uses the resources of Debbie’s Treasure Chest, I always think I hear Debbie whisper in my ear, “You’re a good egg Linda, your children have learned to care.”