Alright, I’m not given especially to sappiness. I’m a practical person. I mean, I’m a highly emotional person; I’m just very selective about how I express that.
BUT… can you imagine this? You have a kid, who has problems. Big problems. Problems that cause people to call you a bad parent. Problems that require you to re-create your whole life around them. Problems that demand extensive treatment that’s virtually impossible to access. Problems that make you doubt your every decision, your very adequacy as a human being. Problems that bring YOUR mental health to the breaking point.
And then imagine this: you get caught up in a Twitter storm because a kind almost-stranger decided that a Twitter storm was a good idea. And the Twitter storm grew. And some more kind strangers paid attention, and sent kind words. And then another kind stranger offered to help you raise money. And people tweeted, and wrote some blog posts, and came pouring out of the woodwork to say hey, we didn’t know you or your kid with problems, but now we do and we care. We give a shit. And then the kind strangers aren’t really strangers anymore.
That kind of thing? It’s the kind of thing that could make a person feel more at home in the world, like she was finding the purpose she lost.