At the risk of sounding hokey, I have no doubt that there’s a whole lot of power generated by a large number of people who all have their attention focused…even for a few moments…in the same direction. I couldn’t begin to explain it, but I know what I’ve felt when I’ve been involved with that phenomenon, most recently just over a month ago when Dr. Tom Woods kindly reprinted the letter I wrote him some months back requesting an endorsement for my cause. He delivered, all right, and when he posted that letter on his web site and people had their attention drawn my way that day, the response was nothing short of astounding. The blog had more views that day than it had accrued in its lifetime of less than five months, donations from around the world poured in, and the large number of supportive or at least interested comments made January 11th a day to remember.
Being in the middle of that was an amazing experience; the feeling of all that positive energy directed my way was a lot like being in the vicinity of some immense engine just humming with power and potential. Dr. Woods did me a huge courtesy last month, apart from the advances the blog experienced in views and contributions, his endorsement and the public reaction that followed erased any shred of doubt I may have had remaining about the soundness of this project…reduced to simple factors it’s obvious that if folks’ awareness is drawn this way, they will step up to pitch in and help me achieve my goal of freedom.
With that in mind, I hope whoever’s reading this will take a moment to focus upon and think some positive thoughts in the direction of my old friend Jason, who’s been running his own gauntlet recently. You see, his young daughter will be undergoing some surgery within the week to address a relatively minor heart problem. Jason doesn’t complain or whine, but it’s obvious that the worry’s tormenting him…worry that won’t be alleviated until his kid gets through her procedure next week. I can’t claim to know just how he feels right now…I don’t have kids, so I’m not in that unique position. I do however know exactly how it feels to be running that gauntlet, to be in a lonely and dangerous place with no option available but to keep your head together, keep it down, and keep moving forward until you get through it. That kind of situation just sucks, pure and simple. I know, because while my situation isn’t equivalent with yours, it’s definitely parallel.
No squishy, syrupy platitudes will help get anyone through that gauntlet, no hackneyed cliches will touch that kind of isolation. As I understand it, my friend’s daughter couldn’t be in a better environment to address this health issue, he’s got his wife and family all supporting him, and the physicians involved are among the best in the world at this sort of thing. They do this fairly minor procedure every day, and any risks in it are minimal. Still, there’s no getting away from the fact that it means invasive surgery, it’s his kid in the O.R. and it’s about fixing her heart…a person’s going to worry, to obsess, to wish it were him going under the knife…and that will vex and gnaw at him without relief until it’s done and past.
So, yeah, if you’re reading this, take a sec and send some of that power my friend’s way. Right now he’s as alone as a person can be, and knows the truth of the matter that he’s got to see it through on his own. I know his strength of character will be sufficient to get him through this, he doesn’t need any assurance or advice; I’d just like it if he could feel same the power of peoples’ goodwill that I’ve felt myself touch him, even for just a brief time. I’m as hardnosed and cynical as they come, I hate most vapid New Agey stuff like poison, but I do know that power is as real as the air we breathe, and a shot of it can only produce positive results.
Jason my man, I know you’ll read this and hope you don’t think I’m being maudlin…it’s just that I wish I could do more to help but drawing some of that good karma your way is all I can do, since I gotta do something when a friend’s in a tight spot. You and I both know that intellectually there’s nothing to worry about and your daughter will be fine…but that doesn’t make the knot in your gut go away.
You know perfectly well how to hang tough, but just in case I’m not totally deranged, let’s scoop up some of that goodwill for you. Like chicken soup, ‘it vouldn’t hoit.’