I’ve always been the person rooting for the underdog, standing up for what is right. I’ve been the neutral party trying to see both sides to come up with a resolution. My mother’s incident on Friday has become a pivotal moment for me. I reached out to the highest authorities in the hospital and shared my work with my family as well. My father told me that I am a really good writer. Seems silly to want that validation in the grand scheme of what is going on, but it is so important because there are people who need help, it’s as simple as that. If I am able to help them, that is what I want to do.
Being in healthcare as long as I have been, I can see that everything over the past year is part of the systems that are falling apart. I’m hopeful that part of the reason we’ve experienced these events is to guide me here, to understand how many people need someone to speak for them. I understand how many people are so angry and I understand why they are angry. We’ve prioritized material over people and expected people to work like machines. We feel like meeting basic necessities is a privilege and that we are supposed to consume all the time and if you’re not taking things in then you aren’t good enough.
Standing up for what is right, not who is right, or how a small group gets the most money is what’s important. Taking on giants is terrifying but sometimes we have to do it, no matter what. If it is what we are called to do, sometimes taking on what is right, no matter who we are taking on, is what we have to do. I’m not 100% sure where that facet of my life is taking me, but I know that it is closer to where I’m trying to be.
Next week I will begin sharing more personal stories, things I haven’t talked about before, because I now see how important it is to own our stories in an act of love. As I’m being pushed forward toward where I’m meant to be, I see how many of the things that happened in my childhood brought me right to this moment. I’m loving me enough to do what I am meant to do.