◈ Widows, Orphans, Families
◈ Veterans, Moral injury/PTSD
◈ Patriotism, Memorials, 2nd Amendment
Three examples out of scores (Past donations):
2001: Adoption (35 original paintings). Appeared on a
major television network's Evening News with a teenage girl.
Best response from qualified families ever for the TV station.
At the time, the largest private collection was 45 paintings.
1997(?): Children's Advocacy 900 lithographic prints signed
for guests (CAC executive directors, PhD's, US Attorneys,
detectives, CPS, CASA, etc. at national convention supper.
1994: Hospitals $1,500,000+ donations.
⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ The artist accepts no requests, so don't bother with solicitations.
Donations are given without restriction. Values are for the year given
and have not been adjusted for inflation or the time value of money.
"It was an honor
and privilege to
dine with 40
Medal of Honors ...
GEN Douglas MacArthur
West Point (USMA)
May 12, 1962
at General William C. and Kitsy Westmoreland's black tie on the RMS Queen Mary. Afterward, one of my Texas patrons, provided me with the home addresses of some of his friends. Soon, I received a gracious handwritten letter from Former First Lady Nancy Reagan saying her husband was too ill to write the foreword to my first book at that time. A week later, I received a similar handwritten letter from Delores Hope, wife of one of the USO's greatest celebrity stars, the stand-up comedian Bob Hope, KBE." Carroll (Photo: Carroll at the Fisher House, BAMC)
"I told my story so many times it took the sting out of it."
E-5 Sergeant Clark Gullette, USMC Retired, CPSC, CPS
Veteran Peer Service Coordinator of Collin County
"Duty, Honor, Country"
"I took a paintbrush into a gunfight. I'm a Philly boy who loves Georgia and Texas.
I observe hummingbirds. At 2x's the weight of a 50 Cal bullet one bird chases away THE enemy. Aim high. Win!"
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"I am humbled remembering
the sacrifices by so many:
The Medal of Honors, and
Those who gave their lives,
survivors and their progeny,
and the medical corps that
fought to save them, orphans,
widows, wives, moms, dads,
the fatherless, innocents, and
the patriots on whose blood
this country was founded."
In the Third Tide on Dog Green, Navy LTJG Burgoon, MD, and
many others up and down the beaches of Normandy, France,
D-Day June 6, 1944, cared for all those they could. The young
LTJG and other men from The Bull (DE-693/APD-78) rescued
a downed fighter pilot on a Japanese occupied island in the
Philippines before going to Okinawa and Iwo Jima to care for
US Marines. The Bull was named to honor a fallen naval aviator
who was posthumously awarded a Distinguished Flying Cross.
The ship transported an Underwater Demolition Team, today's
Navy SEALS; In the largest naval battle of World War II, UDT-14
splashed a kamikaze 16 meters from their boat, saving everyone
including the artist's dad, who was below taking care of wounded.
As a civilian, Burgoon never took off his red cross in a white circle
stateside, where he cared for the needy until his death at age 91,
and his nightmares ceased; Secondary PTSD hung on to me.
"The hospital CEO called me into his office
to hear an idea he had ... My art belongs in every
large public hospital across our country."
Carroll's first lovely art book, Ode to Joy (OTJ), with 51 paintings
that help you to journal often, is a great diary — It listens when
you need to talk. It listens therapeutically and doesn't try to fix it.
General Franks said it would help people globally.
The death of one of its children
changes a family forever.
Battlefield helplessness was reawakened when the doctor's first
child perished, before two weeks of life support was of no avail.
Carroll recalls his mother's panic-stricken exodus across the back-
yard, carrying her daughter wrapped in a blanket, past him as he
played alone beneath a towering Douglas-fir. The family car sped
off. No mention was made of his sister thereafter. The cremated
body was unclaimed at an unspecified mortuary without closure.
The surviving siblings innocently believed their family consisted
of a head count one short of the truth. It was an invisible riptide
on the family beachhead. The artist Carroll reacted badly and
relived his sister's death in dating and marriage, in school and in
sports, and his penance didn't cease for decades. He understands
the devastation of the loss of a child and Post-Traumatic Stress
Disorder (PTSD). He experienced one and lived with the latter.
AND, twice he felt the pain of his spouse leaving; the last one was
a barrel racer/interior decorator who left in 2010 --- Guilt and shame
grew like roadside weeds after a spring rain in Carroll's garden ...
BUT, have you noticed how he depicts wildflowers, as he did the
Purple Thistles on the BIO page of this website!