There’s something about this saying that defines us, don’t you think? The solitary life, as much as we’d try, is never as fulfilling as living among other people. Interdependence. Compassion. The one thing that has made it impossible for other creatures to hunt us to extinction.
We can accomplish great feats together.
This is the idea… this is what it’s all about. What we’re all about.
Someone once told me that it takes courage to ask for help. To admit that a situation is beyond your power to fix or overcome. I don’t know about that… don’t know about bravery, even though I like to write about it.
I am twenty six years old. Born on Christmas Day, 1990. And I am one thousand and eight hundred dollars away from being unable to chew my food…
I can only imagine how that feels like… how that would feel like. To want to eat something and not being able to, that is something I had to get used to during the years. I cannot eat stuff that is kind of hard…like cookies or chocolate. Or too sweet. Or too cold. Too hot. But not being able to chew at all?
I’d make a joke about Benjamin Button, but I have run out of jokes. Or anything else to write about. Or to think about.
This is what I think about day in and day out. How am I going to come up with the money to pay for my next surgery. And the next. And all the other treatments. And the implants. And all that… and it is overwhelming.
On top of that, my phone broke today. I use it to work. Do most of my work on it, actually.
I don’t know what else to say. I don’t know if there are some words that are required when asking for help, to make it so that people offer it to you.
If you’d like to help me out, with any amount possible, towards my next surgery, towards doing whatever possible so I can chew food…. you can donate any amount you see fit here.