February 4th, 2013
I HAVE BECOME AWARE OF YOUR SITUATION
PLEASE USE THESE FUNDS AS YOU PLEASE
ALL THE BEST
The return address on the envelope was my own. Very clever. The first name was just an initial, and the second name I didn’t recognize. A strange and beautiful piece of correspondence.
There has been bread from a baker friend in NH.
There has been Whiskey from all over creation. I am not joking. Whether delivered by hand or sent in the mail, we have not had to buy bourbon around here for months! Which is impressive considering the rate at which it is consumed. An embarrassment of bourbon. (say that out loud.. it’s really satisfying.)
My great friend and riding partner Saint Georges recently sold one of his paintings and had the buyer paypal me the money so that the raw materials for the UTA would not come out of my pocket. It was important to him that the bike be entirely payed for.
A gigantic check from my cousins with the instructions that Hill and I should be spending some vacation time on the massage table.
A family discount and memory upgrade on a new laptop from another cousin.
I can do this all day, I swear. There have even been donations through a donation button that Megan Ann set up on the blog 4 years ago, when I was first diagnosed and we were feeling the pinch.. (we have now disabled it.. my gratitude, however, to those of you who sleuth-ed it out!).
I stopped at the desk to talk with the manager the last time I went to the pool hall to gamble some one pocket with John Smith (his real name).
“Hey.. I just wanted to clear something up. The last bunch of times I’ve come in, I haven’t paid for table time..”
“So that’s the deal? I just don’t pay here?”
“Yup.. That’s right. Enjoy it!”
I have never been particularly good at asking for help or accepting it even, really. Lately you’re not giving me much choice. It is a strange feeling to be the focus of so much generosity. I’m at a bit of a loss for words. Thank you all.