How Can Less Families Be Divided, and Friendships Lost Forever?

"There is always a way to make quality of life better"

This is a Part Three…

A continuation of Tuesday and Thursday’s work…

And the last and final piece of the puzzle.

Thank you for a beautiful week together!

If you’re reading this: We are both still alive right now on planet earth.

Thanks for being alive with me… and most of all, alive and reading.

Even if something has no current cure…

There is always a way to make quality of life better for anyone who’s lucky enough to be alive.

Be it caretaker, distant village friend who doesn’t want to intrude but hates sitting by and not being able to “do something” (as my teenager would say, “You’re real for that”), or the person who feels so sh*tty that they want to quit themselves because they ARE the sickness.

There is no escape for the people who have no escape (or from redundant sentences, for that matter)… So how can we help them not quit entirely?

How can less families be divided, and friendships lost forever, and jobs and passions crushed into dust?

How can less people disappear from this planet because when sickness makes them exhausting to be around, we socially erase them?

How can less people suffering from never-ending illnesses not want to end their still-precious lives, because society so often does nothing if not make them feel expendable, a burden, and a draining inconvenience?

If there is no rest for the weary (and we. are. weary.)….

Is there a way we can all take turns taking naps?

When your teen wants (valid) privacy, and you’re only ever home, driving or working… all you have are selfies of your dang face

Yes, your local sick person probably needs your stray gift cards that you received over the holidays but (perhaps) aren’t in a rush to use, more than many will ever know.

They might be skipping meals because of their latest co-pay.

They might not be able to drive home from the doctor’s office because the doctor wouldn’t see them unless they paid the co-pay straightaway, and that was all they had left in their bank account.

Maybe they had to spend their only-now-and-then paycheck on heat cream so they can mask the muscle pain and walk to the store, or on an ice pack so they can numb the stitches so they can drive.

There are many people in the world, and many of them have a serious, life-threatening illness. And some are going to have support, savings or a lifestyle that is relatively stable, and a sh*t ton of meal trains. And some? Many? Likely someone you know right now?

They are trying to stay alive, while constantly being reminded by the world - from the pained look on their loved ones faces, to the number in their ATM - that they do not “offer” anything to the world, according to the world.

And that’s just a truth that’s existing in real time, right now.

So if you can’t give resources to help someone you know who’s sick, and you are feeling exhausted by reading these very words right now because it’s tiring to know that something you want to be fixed can’t be fixed….

What can you do?

You can refer back to the beginning.

Label what you’re feeling…

And have compassion.

Thank you for this week together. I’m so grateful for you.

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