This post has nothing to do with RPatts.
As most of you are probably aware, every once in a rare while we put the poop jokes on pause and take a very brief break from our normal go-to topics: sex, sparklepeens, and inappropriate obsessions. We get a little serious. Not super-duper-serious (hardly ever), but a liiiitle bit more serious than the norm. This is one of those times.
A little back-story is in order - walk with me, people...
A few years ago, I read an article in the paper about how there are parts of Maine where many elderly people - most of whom had worked their whole lives in factories - are struggling to get by. I was really touched by it, and ended up sending one of the people I read about a check. It was mostly a way for me to remember and honor my grandmother; the woman in the article said that she just wished she had the money to get her hair done, but that she had her cats and lovebirds so she was ok... My grandmother was always very put-together, and I though it was sad this woman couldn't afford a trip to the beauty parlor every once in a while (and she had to scrimp just to put food on the table and keep the heat on). I wrote to her that I hoped she could go get her hair done, and since then we've corresponded occasionally.
Over the winter, the gang here at Twitarded sent her a care package of sorts... I went and bought some goodies for her birds (and kitty treats) as well as some stamps and stationary and other things for her and a little cash (she lives on a very limited income). I didn't hear back from her for a while; I though she might have passed away or maybe thought I was a wackadoo for sending her things and wanted to be left alone (I am a wackadoo, but not for that reason). Then one day a month or so later, I received the following letter from her -
Sorry I haven't written to you before. I have been ill and in the hospital for my heart. I have a pacemaker now so I feel a lot better.
I want to thanks you for the nice gifts and the money. It is sure appreciated.
I didn't have any pain in my heart but I was sitting watching T.V. and started getting cold couldn't get warm so I went to bed around 9 PM and got so I couldn't breath. My son came in and ask me if I was O.K. and I told him no I couldn't breath.
So my grandson called the ambulance and they were afraid I wouldn't make it to the hospital but I did haha.
They put a mask over my nose & mouth to help me breath, and rushed me to the hospital then to the emergency room & operated on me. They put in a temporary pacemaker until they got the permanent one in.
I was in the hospital in intensive care for 6 days then in a room for 3 days until I went home.
Then my left arm and hand got real big so I had to go back to the hospital. They said it was the gout and they gave me medication for that so it's back to normal now. So I feel pretty good. I will be 85 July 9th.
How are you feeling, fine I hope? Write and tell me all the news.
And I can't thank you enough for the gifts and money.
There aren't many people like you in the world. I didn't even get a card while I was in the hospital from any of my children or inlaws, or friends. So I got your gifts and money and I was delighted.
Thanks a million.
A friend always,
If anyone would like to contribute to the kitty, you can do so via Paypal to email@example.com. I'll even post a follow-up with some pictures of whatever we send so that you can be certain we're not secretly soliciting funds for margarita night or other debauchery. Even even if you don't chip in for this one, please take a moment to think about how a simple, random, thoughtful act can impact someone's life and make them feel special. Things like this can make a difference, and it doesn't take much to make someone who needs a hand (and would probably never ask for one - this is a person who worked in a factory all her life and barely gets by now) feel special.
*Name changed slightly to protect the innocent from being associated with our smutty blog. : )