A few weeks ago, Calafin: went into the hospital with Gillian-barre syndrome. That call shook me to the core and made me panic. Calafin is my daddy fur it you didn't know already. Be basically helped raise over the years, showing me skills and teaching me lessons that needed to be learned. But in his time of need, I felt so quiet, like I wasn't as loud as I should be. This was my furry dad in the hospital, if anyone should be cheering the loudest it should be me. So I organized a card campaign for him. I reached out to everyone and asked if they would like to send Calafin cards I would be starting a collection so I could send them all at once. I thought the response would be overwhelming but it was but a trickle. Then I made a get well posted and again very few signed it. I began to feel like I was too small to matter. That I was letting Calafin, a man who was bigger than his tank, down. That the pouring of support wasn't matching his stature. Then I heard other people were flocking to his side and supporting him. I was happy this was happening but also sad that I wasn't among them. I began to doubt myself, convinced that I wasn't being loud enough. But then my dear mother Naketa: told me that despite my feelings about myself, my voice was being heard. That the fact I was doing all this was lifting Calafin's spirits. However, some people began to say that I was only doing this to get attention. To elevate myself. I was horrified at this and made me push even harder. I wanted my daddy home, and I wanted him home yesterday. I wanted to boost his spirits with a massive display of support from people all over. I wanted him to know that all my friends cared.
Through all of this I learned a lesson, that even though I'm just one person without a heavy reputation, I can still put into motion a lot of good.
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02 Mar 2018 01:44 CET
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