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Remember this lady?
Oh my god
I’ve reblogged this before and I’ll reblog is again.
How is a slide show better than 2500 peoples lives
my dad died from ALS when i was 3 years old. he was 36. my mom was 33. that was 30 years ago. now i’m the same age my mom was when my dad died. and there is still no cure for ALS.
this is what happens when you have ALS: your muscles slowly stop working, one part at a time. for my dad, first he couldn’t use one of his hands. then his arm. then the other arm. then he couldn’t walk. then he couldn’t stand up. then he couldn’t talk. then he couldn’t swallow. then he couldn’t breathe. then he was dead.
this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.
after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.
these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.
so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.
i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”
please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.
my mom’s chapter:
Tasha3point0: Sorry I missed you, @jhutch1992! But also not sorry because now this exists. Thanks for obliging those crazies :)
I started shipping them the moment Katniss said “Oh no. Not him.” Because I knew that meant “Oh yes, him.” He was going to be her main love interest, which was a nice bait and switch after the introduction of Gale first.
And they just vibe well together; Katniss has what are stereotypically male qualities while Peeta has stereotypically female qualities, so I love that Suzanne inverted them that way. They balance each other out. And they have a cute, playful rapport with each other—Katniss doesn’t interact with anyone else that way, not even Gale. Peeta actually makes her laugh. It’s adorable <3
I don’t think there’s really an instance of him accidentally saying something. He does seem like the type who thinks about what he’s going to say before he says it, so you’re probably right, that he knew what he was saying. And it might have given him some satisfaction to embarrass her like that to the entire country, especially after what she said to him after the Reaping. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he’d intended that.
Oh yeah, I get sad thinking about how worthless and unwanted he probably felt most of his life, and how alone he probably felt after the games when he and Katniss were avoiding each other because he felt rejected and unwanted by her and because his family didn’t move in with him and he had to deal with nightmares alone so he was probably just up most nights painting because he didn’t know what else to do and was too scared and upset to sleep.
And then I think about how scared and abandoned he must have felt in the Capitol, in addition to his torture, because all he could think about was how the D13 people left him behind to be captured, and he eventually came to believe that once again nobody wanted him, not Katniss, not Haymitch, not Finnick, and he knew his family and friends were dead, so there was literally nobody in the world who wanted or cared about him. And he probably got to the point where he just wanted to die, wanted Snow to kill him, instead of having to endure that kind of pain any longer, but Snow wouldn’t give him that peace.
Blerghhhhh I never really stopped to think about how it could have been a 12 year old up there naked. Now I wanna vom :(
Aw, thank you so much! That makes me really happy to hear :)