October 1, 2014

The Hardest Story I Never Told: #AdamsActs

Hello Day 1.

If I had to rewrite this story in a fresh way each October, it would be such a Herculean task that it would singlehandedly stop me from committing to this project for the third year in a row.  Still, each year we have new followers, and new participants, who deserve to know the whole story.  So, I will start at the beginning... but it won't be some shiny, "newly revised edition!" 

I just...can't. 

Instead, I will take you back to the first time I had the guts to tell my brother's story so publicly, and I will trust my former self to know what she was doing.  

For this October, I am asking and encouraging whatever participation you can muster. Share the links, do any act of kindness you can, no matter how small.   I truly believe that the things we do this month would be acts of kindness that Adam would have spent a lifetime doing.  To follow along and contribute to our collective journey, please hashtag #AdamsActs in pictures and posts so we can see how far reaching an impact our kindnesses can make. 

Thank you for allowing me the privilege to share my family's story with you. 


I am going to tell you a story. 

I haven't done this before, told this story, so detailed and so publicly.  But, I am going to try something big this month, and I think I need to tell this story in order to do it well.  So, here goes nothin...

It was Halloween night many years ago, and my 17 year old brother, Adam H. Provencal, was driving home from the Regional Championship Soccer game.  He was a senior in high school and the captain of the soccer team, and this victory was worth celebrating, and it was news worth spreading for our small Michigan town.

When my brother (and his friend Mike) were driving home and passed some of their friends out playing some harmless Halloween pranks, it was the perfect time to spread the news.  So Adam pulled the car over and was telling his friends about the big victory.  I have no idea what my brother was thinking or feeling in that moment but, my guess, is freedom.  I imagine a boy - crazy about sports, working so hard to maintain his 4.0 GPA in mostly advanced placement classes, editor-in-chief of the nationally recognized school paper, and all-around nice guy - and the pressure that that brings on a kid.  I imagine him in this moment, and the hard work (for now) is done and has paid off with a regional championship.  And he's free.  He is young and free, and he wants to tell to his friends.

So, he pulls over and he and his friends are joking around and talking and hanging out, and they are young and free in this moment.

The whimsical youth of the moment ends when a homeowner comes out and is irate about the pranks and, though my brother had not been involved in them, he had the car and perhaps that made him seem to be the ringleader somehow.  I don't really know if that was why Adam felt the need to go to the door or not, but he did.  He decided he would walk up to the door, to apologize for being there and to offer to clean up the toilet paper in the yard, and he no longer felt young and free.  He was probably terrified that he was going to get in trouble.  So, he dutifully walked up to the man's door and knocked twice. 

The man did not open the door and hear him out, he did not yell at Adam to leave, he did not call the police. When my 17 year old brother knocked on the door that night to have a hard conversation, he had a baby face and scrawny limbs and braces in his mouth.  And when Adam knocked twice on that door, the man gave no warning before he pulled the trigger of his shotgun, sending one, single blast through the front door. 

One bullet.

One bullet changed many lives, some lives even devastated.  But only one life was ended.  My only brother, my parents only son, my hero, my friend... the only person strong enough to jump on a trampoline with me on his shoulders, and the boy who led me to Christ, and taught me to dance like M.C. Hammer, and to be funny enough to joke my way out of trouble.  He was gone. 

His murderer was in and out of jail after two years, for a boy's life taken in a rage over some harmless pranks.

Needless to say, when October rolls around I get stuck.  It is almost like my body involuntarily braces for a trauma.  The crisp fall air, the smell of leaves and bonfires... they are all beautiful reminders of fall, and nightmarish triggers that put my physical and emotional self on high alert, tragedy-ready. 

So, here we are, heading into the 31 days of October, and I am 33 years old... outliving my big brother by 16 years.  I need to do something.  I need to be productive and I need to spend these 31 days focusing outwardly, or I will implode with my seasonal misery and depression.  So, I accepted a challenge, a plan designed to get out of our own heads and focus on other people.  31 days of kindness toward others.

I want to commit myself to honor all the good Adam would have done to the glory of God if his life had not been cut short.  I wanted to be just like him when I grew up.  Well, here is my chance... 33 is pretty grown up, so here goes nothing. 

For Day One I am chaperoning my daughter's field trip, which may not sound like much, but as a mom of five small kids... doing almost anyhin with just one of them requires a lot of planning!  

In addition to that, I am cooking dinner for a friend of ours tonight who has had a rough couple of months.  He watched, first-hand, as his best friend's life ended too soon. I cannot fathom that.  But my brother's friend, Mike, and many others can.  They watched my brother's beautiful life end right before their eyes.  

It just so happens that our friend coming for dinner tonight, is also named Mike. So, Day One is dedicated to the two Mike's. Mike West and Michael VanTubergen, and to all of Adam's friends from Eaton Rapids and Grand Haven who miss him as much as we do. 

Well, almost


  1. We are joining in this year! I love your bravery and love as you honor your brother. Praying for you this month! Now I need to get planning "random" kindness!

    1. Love you guys... thanks so much for joining us!!

  2. Lara ... you continue to amaze me with your strength, courage and writing ability. THANK YOU for allowing all of us, who love you all, to follow along and participate. Adam's legacy will be felt all over the place.

    1. Thanks Coach! :) I appreciate the words of encouragement and your support!

  3. Lara.......thank you for writing and sharing this. I remember you( as a very little girl), your brother Adam, your older sister, though I do not remember her name, and your parents from wrestling in Eaton Rapids. My son, Rob Cambric, wrestled for your Dad. My son is also deceased, he died on October 6, 1989. I understand the feeling of being stuck each year when October is approaching. I have needed something to direct me through the month and I will join you in 31 days of kindness toward others in memory of Adam and Rob. Thank you for giving me new direction.
    Charlotte Kendregan

    1. Charlotte, thank you for following this project... I am certain that it surfaces personal grief for you, and will hit home in ways that I wish it did not. I will keep Rob in my mind this month and hope that his memory will also be honored through these acts of kindness. I pray that this will be a healing and positive journey, I know it has been for my family. Thank you for your courage in joining us!

  4. Thank you for writing this story. I went to school with Adam in Grand Haven, however I moved away in 9th grade. I was sad to hear about this tragedy after I moved away. I was on the middle school paper staff with Adam. I pray for your family and hope I can help honor Adam's memory.

    1. Thank you for taking the time to read and follow along! After all these years, it touches my heart to know that Adam is remembered!

  5. I can't imagine the anguish, but as a twin think I would feel the same. In October, I feel the opposite because my body is conditioned to expect wrestling season, which for the first 33 years of my life was the greatest joy. This joy is owed much to the legacy that your family built in ER. Therefore, I want to share two personal conversations with Adam from 8th grade that are forever burnt in my memory. The first conversation occurred in Jr high breezeway while leaning against a rolled up wrestling mat, recall that is where we stored them, Adam asked me "who is your best friend"? However, before I could answer Adam anticipated my response and suggested another friend. I don't recall how I replied at the time but have ever since described Adam as my best friend. The second conversation, which occurred in the basement of my parents home during a sleepover. If I am truthful recall was more of a dispute. Adam was interrogating me who was the best wrestler I knew. However, with each response Adam more vehemently aswered "NO"! Finally, I asked Adam "then who"? Adam confidently answered "my dad". Looking forward to random acts of kindness. May our acts glorify God. I pray that those who observe will be moved to seek forgiveness and grace that is available to all through Jesus Christ.

    1. Thank you John, I can't tell you what a gift it is to learn new things about a loved one who is gone. I am thankful that you have treasured memories of Adam, and it sounds like him! :) Thank you for following along and for taking the time to share this. It is a blessing to my family. While I know that acts of kindness can touch hearts and lives, I also know that lives and hearts are transformed only through the grace of a leader and forgiver. My ultimate hope this month would be that the name of Christ be revealed and made famous.

  6. What a wonderful tribute to Adam. We were very close in high school as well and I will never forget the great memories I have of him or the tragedy of that Halloween, but mostly the kind of person he was. You certainly don't need me to reinforce what you already know so well, but you couldn't be more right about the life he would be living today. I sure wish he was here, we could all use someone like him in our lives. Thank you for doing this and count me in. Wishing you great opportunities for kindness this month. Sincerely, Melissa Ide

  7. I wish I could insert a picture of a random act of kindness I received today....it was simply signed #AdamsActs. Thank you for telling Adam's story, it breaks my heart. God Bless & I will keep the random acts going!!