She was as good as it gets. Bonnie Blahnik Sawyer was as good as it gets. And I know you the reader will accuse me of bias knowing that I am her brother and that the two of us were close in age as well, but I will still stand one hundred percent behind my original statement. Bonnie Blahnik Sawyer was as good as it gets.
Period!!!!!
How do I know this?
How do I dare make such a definitive, all-encompassing statement?
Quite simply, by the manner of life she chose to live. Bonnie literally dedicated her life to helping and materially endowing other people, often disadvantaged people and sometimes individuals she barely knew. Bonnie habitually gave away copious amounts of time and money to any cause she deemed worthy, and her criteria for being “worthy” wasn’t necessarily that exclusive. Bonnie purely and simply liked giving things to people she thought would appreciate and enjoy them, and to her that appreciation was an intoxicating drug that was wildly addictive—one that she never could get enough of despite herculean efforts to sate the desire. Bonnie really didn’t have any other pastimes other than talking on the telephone a lot and watching television in the evenings and giving. Those were her three chief pastimes. She didn’t read regularly, write, cook fancy meals, do craftwork, play golf or bowl, attend movies, bake, travel extensively, work out at a gym, do crossword puzzles, paint, make things with her hands, etc., etc., etc. No, Bonnie talked on the telephone an awfully lot—principally gossiping with her twin sister Barb out in northern Idaho–watched television as a means to relax in the evenings, and beyond those two basic staples she mastered the art of giving like only a picayune thimbleful of individuals ever did before her. That’s right—GIVING. Giving to others was Bonnie Blahnik Sawyer’s primary reason for living.
Giving and Bonnie Blahnik Sawyer may as well be synonymous words, so closely are they related.
And now she is gone. As quickly as it took a humongous semi-tractor pulling a full load of God-knows-what piloted by an incompetent, shitass driver to recklessly kill her while she rode as an oblivious passenger in a vehicle being driven by a good friend, Bonnie—in the blink of an eye–went from a passionate giver to a past tense angel. Our earthly world is now implausibly worse off for this monumental loss. Let’s face it, there are so few truly generous, selfless individuals alive on this planet at any given moment in time, and Bonnie Blahnik Sawyer should undisputedly be included among that bonsaied minority. She was one of a kind; there will never be another earthling of her ilk who prided herself NOT on how much material wealth she could acquire in one lifetime akin to how 99.9% of the population live their lives, but rather on how much material wealth she could give away.
Bottom line, Bonnie Blahnik Sawyer was an indentured servant to humanity, yet this was a conscious decision of hers and not an odious situation foisted upon her by oppressive kings of destiny. Bonnie lived to serve her fellow Earth mates in whatever manner she could be helpful, and her sudden death leaves behind a vacuum no one can come close to filling even if they are of a heart and mind to do so, which of course no one apart from a handful of saints written about and lionized in the religious literature have ever done before.
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