Biologically Mutated Apes and Turnip Juice

Well, I'm aware that it has been an age since I've posted anything, and naturally I'm going to try to make up excuses and attempt to talk my way out of getting sassed for not writing, but I'm pretty sure hardly anyone reads this anyway. However, I did want to post something to make sure all the readers (or both of them), know I'm still alive and kicking. I was going to make a video to make up for my absence, but I'm currently a bit under the weather, and I thought I'd rather not gross anyone out with my hardcore sniffles and coughing. Which leads me to my next point as to how I got sick.


The 8th was the walk for Multiple Sclerosis that I've been promoting since God knows when, and let's just say the weather wasn't exactly swimsuit weather. Walking 2.5 miles in the rain and wind wasn't exactly the best thing for my ever-failing immune system. But, I didn't start typing with the intention of whining about how I have a "sore froat", and "da sniffolds". I'm actually writing this to comment on how happy I was to see everyone come out and walk. The weather was horrible, especially considering that it's May, however that did not stop people from coming out to support the walk for the cure. It was very well put together this year, and I was astounded as to the number of people who came out to help. Orange could be seen everywhere with shirts reading "I walk because.. I love my mom", "I walk because.. God wanted me to". It was, like every year, a beautiful gathering and I loved every minute of it, despite the wind. I want to thank everyone who came out, and even if you didn't come out, I appreciate your kind thoughts, donations, and wishes.


Something that I actually wanted to discuss involves this walk. Strength is in numbers, my friends, and more and more I am seeing strength. When my mother was first diagnosed with MS, she was for lack of better words, extremely depressed. None of us had even heard of Multiple Sclerosis until she was diagnosed. However, the more I brought myself to talk about it, the more I realized that many of my friends knew people or had family members who also suffered from the disease. It was through talking about it and getting help that I realized my mother, and my family were not alone through this battle. We've been going to as many as the "Walk MS" events that we can attend for about 4 years now, and every year we see the crowd growing. Hopefully, this is because more people are becoming aware of the situation. Also, I've noticed that my mother has been doing a lot better and her morale has been higher since she's started talking to other people who have the disease.


When you open your heart a little bit to others, you'll often find that there are more similarities than you would tend to initially think. I know better than most, the feeling of being alone. Know this, if you actually allow people to get close, you will never be alone. There is always someone, somewhere thinking of you, and if you'd only let them, they could possibly talk you out of crying yourself to sleep.


I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.  ~Mother Teresa