While thinking of the best way to say thank you to the amazing people who came to help me in a time of need, it occurred to me that what I had to be thankful for was bigger than I thought. Not only did a community come together to help a friend, but through their generosity and kindness, they put something even more beautiful into the world. Something that will ultimately change more lives than one.
I’ve always believed that a single act of kindness could live well beyond that one act. That act, no matter how big or how small, becomes a spark of generosity that brings out the best in everyone it touches. It can be left to fade away, or it can find a place in people’s hearts and grow into something brighter. In time, that spark can become something much bigger, and it can live forever.
Whether you perform an act of kindness, receive kindness and generosity from others, or bear witness to other people giving of themselves, you can choose to be part of keeping that spark alive. There are people who think that many of the overwhelming challenges that some people face are too great to overcome. They figure one small act of giving won’t make a difference anyway. Some people give up ever even trying altogether. What they didn’t figure is that one day they may feel like something is missing from their lives. They might try to fill that empty feeling with money, fancypants things, or excuses. The truth is, the only way for them to get what they need to fill that void is to remember how to give. Giving of yourself makes your heart whole again. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that a single act of kindness and generosity, no matter how small, can change lives, give hope, and inspire others to take that spark and ignite something incredible.
This is a story of one woman who needed a spark of hope, just a glimmer of brighter days ahead. Instead, I was showered in an act of kindness that could light the night sky.
Not so long ago, I blogged freely about my neurological challenges. Just before my trip to Mayo Clinic in 2011, the progression of my condition began to accelerate. I found myself in increased pain, neuro-related symptoms, and periods of significant mobility deficit. When I began to notice the beginning of cognitive changes and episodes of memory loss, one of my neurologists insisted on a new EEG. Fucking epilepsy. (For fuck’s sake.) That’s when I stopped writing about all my medical bullshit. These changes were happening too fast for me. I was trying hard to accept the new challenges, and I spent most of my energy hiding my symptoms from the public eye. I had gotten very good at hiding it. Still, many plans were cancelled, many meetings rescheduled, and some days I would work out of my home so no one would have to see me at my worst. I guess I felt that if I shared what was happening, it would make it all very (too) real for me. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Plus, complaining about my shit when everyone has their own shit to go through makes me feel like an asshole.
It took many months for me to make a decision about applying for a service dog. Every time I considered filling out the application, I’d convince myself that I didn’t need it, that I could handle everything on my own, that I was stronger than my disease. It took a long time to decide to do it, but some very good friends reminded me that accepting help is another form of strength. If I do everything in my power to keep myself active and safe, then I win. Then I’m still stronger than my disease. It also gives me the opportunity to show my children that it’s okay to accept help when you really need it, and that everyone needs help sometimes. If you let your pride get in the way, nobody wins.
Due to all of this neurological fuckery, we budget a significant amount of our income to my medical care. We’ve always managed to take care of this expense by carefully managing our finances and tightening our belts, so to speak. Unfortunately, a service dog was not something that we could fit into our budget. Asking for help was uncomfortable, to say the least. When I sent an email to my family and closest family friends, my stomach was in knots. When my friends Kate Barrie, Amy Kant, and Mare Aehlich wanted to fundraise for a service dog, it took me some time to be ok with it. It was their encouragement and support that got me to stop feeling like I was going to barf at the thought of letting everyone know how my condition had progressed. So, on Sunday October 15th, I agreed to let them do whatever it was they had up their sleeves.
On Monday October 16th, I was texted a link to a “Sara’s Sidekick” fundraising campaign on IndieGoGo, and I actually lost my breath for a moment. The fundraising amount kept growing higher, and the words of encouragement and love were overwhelming. Once the fundraising goal had been reached, people kept giving to help other disabled people receive a service dog. I cried. No, I sobbed. (I’m talking big time ugly cry, y’all. Big. Time.) And so, I wanted to share my story with all of you, and try my best to thank the people who helped make all of this happen, even though it is sure to fall short.
To The Amazing People Who So Generously Donated Towards a Service Dog:
To say that I am grateful for your support and generosity (not only for me, but for other people who need assistance) is a gross understatement. I am so fortunate to have such amazing people in my life. I am overwhelmed and humbled. I will never find words to express my gratitude properly, so I’ll do so by carrying the spark you all have created and passing it on to other people who find themselves needing a little help, and I’m grateful for that too. With all of my heart, thank you. xo
To Kate, Amy, & Mare:
The three of you already know how much I adore you. You all inspire me to be better every day. Your unwavering support and friendship is such an incredible gift, one that I never take for granted. The spark you lit has already grown into something amazing. Thank you. I love you. xo
I love you turkeys. All you turkeys.
As ever,
Sara
P.S. I know this post was super long. Sorry. (Not sorry.) You were like, “Oh shit, she’s getting all sentimental and serious again. I should pee and grab a snack before I start reading.” which was quickly followed by, “What the fuck is she even talking about?” and topped off with, “Gross.” I’m totally ok with all of that.
P.P.S. I’ll eat you up, I love you so.
P.P.S. This is my favorite band, (and one of the greatest songwriters, Guy Garvey) singing a song that makes me think of all of you. Thank you for always receiving me with open arms. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for letting my sense of ‘home’ take up residence in your hearts.
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October 22, 2012 at 10:26 pm
Amy Kant
Damnit Sara. You got me crying over here. You know I would do anything for you. #meloveyoulongtime.
All we did was send an email π
October 22, 2012 at 10:27 pm
ashe dryden (@ashedryden)
I’m glad you were okay with us helping you. I’m sure you know how hard it is to see someone go through something and wish you could do something to help. β€
October 22, 2012 at 10:31 pm
tapps
you are very much loved. i mean.. big time loved. like… #ballsout loved to pieces, and then loved some more.
October 22, 2012 at 10:32 pm
Nate St. Pierre (@NateStPierre)
Love you, Sara. And thank you for everything over the years. β€
October 22, 2012 at 11:05 pm
bizymare (@bizymare)
Did you know it’s hard to type through tears? We just gave the people who love you an opportunity to show you how much they care. OK, we sort of leaned on you let it happen. But they responded in a way none of us could’ve predicted. It’s a happy day that will live in my heart forever. Love you to pieces.
Mare
October 23, 2012 at 1:19 am
Alicia Boknevitz
Heart you, Sara. (And you too, Mare and Kate and Amy!)
Thank you for being…you. Just, thank you. You’ve inspired and helped so many people over the years. Thank you. *hugs*
…and sorry for my mush-mush
October 23, 2012 at 1:20 am
Alicia Boknevitz
^ Tapps said it best. You are #ballsout loved. π
October 23, 2012 at 6:15 am
Sue Spaight
You are more than a spark, lady. You are a freaking bonfire. So much love. xoxo Spaight
October 23, 2012 at 6:41 am
Laura Tyunaitis
You, and all the people who care about you, remind me on a daily basis that there is still good in the world. Seeing people come together makes me believe that the human race still has a chance. π You deserve every kindness that comes your way, because you have shown kindness to others. Love you to the moon and back, #bbff
October 23, 2012 at 9:07 am
Ann Imig
Just catching up. I’m so glad you allowed yourself to let community wrap you in its arms the way YOU do for so many others.
October 23, 2012 at 9:52 am
Dan Laske
You are one amazing person Sara.. Absolutely amazing. Prayers for you always!
October 23, 2012 at 10:40 am
Carol Voss (@CarolVinMKE)
I don’t like crying at work – I look like an asshole. You are all the way deep in my chest. I hope someday I can be half as awesome as you are.
October 23, 2012 at 11:27 am
Elizabeth Potts Weinstein
Love.
October 23, 2012 at 6:18 pm
Deb Nies
Oh Sara, that is so entirely amazing. You are SO loved. xo Deb
October 24, 2012 at 9:07 am
Shannon Steffen (@ShannonKSteffen)
Sara – I totally feel where you are coming from. It took my husband months before he would let the doctor put him on the organ transplant list. He figured that, if he ignored it, it couldn’t be as bad as the doctors were making it out to be. Luckily, he did because it took him 3.5 years and 5 dry runs to get his miracle double lung transplant. Next month he will be celebrating 8 years post transplant and awesome health.
I’m didn’t write that to impress anyone but to let you know that what you went through, with acknowledging your health, is nothing new. It’s a progress and, only through acceptance, will you find love. And find love you did!
You are a treasure to all the lives you have touched. It is only fair that we show you the love you have shown so many others. Remember that, no matter what, we’ve got your back girl!
October 24, 2012 at 12:45 pm
Katie Mack
Sara, Love…there is nothing that I, and so many others, wouldn’t do for you. Saying that you are an inspiration to me just doesn’t cut it. Thank you for coming into my life. I love you to the moon and back! And I will eat you up. I love you so!!!!! π
October 25, 2012 at 4:41 pm
Adam Parikh
Stay amazing Sara!
November 23, 2013 at 12:53 pm
kcfaul
new to your blog. thanks for writing. it’s making the world, at least my world, better even though i imagine it’s nerve wracking every time you hit “publish”. just keep taking the chance, please
November 26, 2013 at 12:52 am
Tim Pratte
Hello Sara. Just read Molly’s article and your blogs. You *are* amazing! I, myself had nocturnal tonic-clonics, mixed with quite a few grand mals, for 10+ years. I’ve been seizure-free for 13 years now. No pills, just a modified diet. I now speak fluent molecular biochemistry and neurology, and want to kick every neurologists ass for not mentioning anything about the GABA/Glutamate circuit and for pumping me full of exogenous estrogens (dilantin). Email me if you haven’t already picked the low-hanging fruit of excitotoxins. Tim.Pratte
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