I am a whiner.
Long story short, I gracefully fell down some awkwardly spaced steps at a dance recital and now have my ankle in an obnoxious “storm trooperesque” boot. Lovely. I whine because I am relying on the help from family and friends (did I mention it’s my right foot so driving is a no go). I whine because I miss my independence. I whine because I cannot do my daily walks with my pal Harper. I whine because my leg sweats in this thing. I whine because my hip hurts. I whine because I can only wear sneakers to balance myself out. I whine. I whine. I whine.
And then, the universe sent me a wake up call (as it tends to do) in the form of an email from one of my best friends who is being "locked up" for a Muscular Dystrophy Fundraiser, and is raising money for her bail. We have a friend whose life has been directly impacted by MD ... And I was like… PERSPECTIVE KATHLEEN. You need to stop whining and start appreciating. So with that… I wanted to share my strong, loving and always smiling friend Rosie’s story below.
Stop whining. Starting doing… with love.
Growing up in South Philadelphia during the late1960's & early 1970's, my family looked forward to the last great event of the summer before heading back to school, the Jerry Lewis MDA Labor Day Telethon. We spent the weekend watching Jerry work his butt off for his “kids,” bringing out star after star, each more famous than the one before, who entertained us thoroughly with their performances and made us laugh out loud as they interacted with Jerry. We didn't have a lot of money, but every year we made a pledge—a “thank you” for the entertainment and a hope that our small gift would benefit those kids affected my Muscular Dystrophy, never knowing that Muscular Dystrophy would irrevocably change my life.