It’s obscene the way that people believe that they’re worth more than someone else. To think that wealth means more than me and what I’ve done, what I’ve been through, the thoughts of mine that remain unseen by the rest to the world unless I let them see. I’m scared to think of what the future holds for me, my daughter, what happens when I can’t assist her with her daily life, when my disabilities make it impossible for me to live a normal life. I’m already there, it’s already happening, it’s already hard to take care of myself, but you need my full attention now, so I hope you’ll know when I’m crippled and old that I did everything I could for you and so much more.



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