I spent the entire month of May advocating for individuals with ALS. I went to DC to raise awareness of the disease and plead with politicians to support initiatives that can potentially save the lives of thousands of people. I raised awareness through social media with articles, facts, personal stories, multiple Facebook shares, some funny and some sad. I appeared on the news to talk about walking away from teaching due to ALS and hopefully snagged some community support. I packed up my classroom for the last time and "retired" all because of ALS.
I know I made an impact during the month of May. I had a lot of fun, met wonderful people, and strengthened relationships. But I also feel like I lost myself a bit in the fight, the excitement, the cause. I feel like I became ALS. I am not ALS. I am a force to be reckoned with. I am a friend. I am a White Sox fan. I am a beer drinker. I am sarcastic. I am a husband. I am an uncle. I am diverse, joking, confident, good, emotional, arrogant, judgmental, a sinner. I am also saved.
I received many prayers for relief from this disease in recent weeks. Many condolences, many tears, I received many forsaken looks and pats on the back. Do I wish I had my abilities back? Of course I do. Do I hate the suffering ALS brings on families? Damn straight. Do I want a cure for ALS? More than anything. However, this disease did reel me in from the abyss. I was living an enjoyable life, one full of friends, family, a career, I had the stability we all seek, but I was missing substance. This disease made me find myself and redefine the man that I am supposed to be and why I am still here. Though the hardships are obvious and tremendous, they are temporary. Thanks to my rekindled relationship with God I am living for the eternal life. I am here to be an example of love and Grace. I am His.