“But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage.” – Viktor E. Frankl
How Many Days….
“How many days have left you in tears, wondering, and not fully comprehending, why people feel the need to tear you down to bits and lie to your face about things that do not pertain to the matter at hand…?” -Rachel Locke
*This was 100% the afternoon I had, as I testified on my own behalf to get my health insurance reinstated. I walked out in tears and now my fate rests in the hand of a judge (and my doctor FINALLY getting off his ass and submitting my complete medical file. He’s had an entire year to do this, and I’m fed up with the bullshit. There’s simply no excuse at this point!). I desperately need the medication I was previously taking for the Fibromyalgia and my health benefits on a whole so I can get everything else regarding my health (migraines, neck injury, hip injury, etc.) to some semblance of ok, as opposed to “normal”. Nothing is perfect, but this shit set me back YEARS because I was in the midst of trying to stabilize the pain on all fronts and then this crap happened. My benefits were unceremoniously cut off a year ago without any warning whatsoever, which in this particular situation, is illegal. Two companies are blaming the other as opposed to either of them taking responsibility, but all I want is my benefits so I can get my medication again. I shouldn’t have had to explain myself or discuss my medical history or answer ridiculous questions as if I committed a fucking crime when someone else is the screw-up, not me. I had to keep my temper in check and remind myself that I do not look good in orange. UHHHHHH!!! I sincerely hope everyone else’s day was far superior. I wouldn’t wish this crap on ANYONE!!*
Wasting All These Tears
This win brought me to tears. So proud of Ryan. Thrilled for SHR! Congratulations guys on an awesome win!!
A Piece Of Big Apple PRIDE!
*If you’re not a baseball fan, don’t read this. If you are, this is me, sharing my pride in Mariano Rivera, MVP of this year’s All-Star Game, which will be the final of his career. For those of you who don’t know, or those who live outside North America, Mariano is the ace of the New York Yankees bullpen. He has been our closer for 16 years of his 19 year career as a Yankee.
He is the epitome of humble, respectful, soft-spoken, and kind. As a New Yorker, and a born Yankees fan, I take great pride in the players that are “no laughs, no bullshit”. The ones that do their jobs, that don’t embarrass themselves, their team, their fans, or the city which they represent <cough, A-Rod, cough>. Mariano is that kind of player, the one that even opposing teams respect because they’re in awe of his abilities on the field, on a career that is damn near flawless in performance.
It was a great moment last night to see him respectfully applauded at Citi-Field amongst a, mostly, hometown crowd. Especially by his American League teammates and the opposing National League players. For his last All-Star Game to be in New York, for him to be the first closer to ever receive the MVP award at the All-Star Game, those are big things. This man is a future Hall of Famer for sure, and not only does he make me proud to be a New Yorker, he also reminds me that the American Dream of success and hard work is still alive and well.
I am SO proud of you Mo. I’ve watched you from day one and have always cheered you on and respected you. Last night made me emotional, knowing that you will retire at the end of this season. The team and baseball will not be the same without you. It will probably take someone the next 50 years to try to break all of the records you have worked so hard to achieve, rarely giving yourself the credit you so deserve. Believe me when I say that I will one day tell my children of your greatness, the same way my parents told me about Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Whitey Ford, and a host of other greats that followed in their footsteps.
At the end of the season, win or lose, you will always be named among the greats. I am proud to have witnessed your career and will always smile whenever I see your face. I also promise to beat the crap out of anyone I ever see wearing the number 42. They’re not worthy!!*
Somewhere Out There…
In Memory of my Grandfather, who to this day is still the finest man I have ever known. You are missed beyond words. I know you’ll always look after me. I am so proud of who you were and all that you gave me.
Ti amerò sempre.