Come one, Come all to tonight’s story.
I keep my private life very private on here. Sure I tell the stories that happened; I let you guys live vicariously through my foils and fables. But tonight, I’m going a little closer to home. For a very good reason.
I moved when I was in the third grade. I’m sure you’re thinking, well that was probably the best possible age to move. However, I don’t know that there is EVER a good age to move to a new school. You already have friends set up. You know what you are walking into each day, but halfway through third grade, my parents bought a house thirty minutes in the opposite direction.
In the southern state in which I lived the school systems were small and the districts even smaller. That meant I’d have to change schools
School B was bigger. It had around six third grade classes, school A had 2. School B had kids of all shapes, sizes, and colors. B… Not so much.
The point is I moved and had to start over. There was one kid, a boy. He was funny, and friendly. He was never the ‘love of my life’, or the ‘hottest guy in all the world’ to me. However, he was always outgoing.
I stayed at school B through out the remainder of my schooling. The Boy and I would traverse the same halls, we had different friends, we had different lives, but somehow they’d always intertwine. It was a small school after all.
I was smart, he was smart, and most of our classes seemed to converge. So when I walked into 3rd period Latin 1 and he was missing I was concerned. I don’t think he’d missed so much as a day of school until this time.
He’d be out for most of the year, his kidney’s had failed. This great friendly goofball of a guy needed a kidney. How do you process that In sophomore year? I don’t know, but I don’t understand it any better now.
Now he’s 34. He’s back in the same boat. He needs another kidney, because surprise! Surprise! Surprise! Kidney’s fail. And he has a gofundme account.
I’ve never asked any of my readers to step this close to my life, but I need you to find it in your heart to go to the link I’m posting, and donate. A dollar, five, whatever you have.
They have found him a second kidney that matches his markers. This is a Hail Mary Pass. He’s 34. He’s just found a great woman, and he needs help with expenses to go to New York for the surgery and subsequent therapy that will follow.
Tim’s Go Fund Me Please guys, I beg of you. If any of you can just share it, that might make all the difference.