I’m fixing to take all my meds. I will then lay in the floor for an hour trying not to throw them up. I’m very sick. I endure this to serve. Tomorrow I’ll drive my broken body to see my kids. They are teens & will barely acknowledge me. I’ll fix their leaky shower. Put new caulk around the tub. Repaint the wall. I’ll pull over many times as my body spasms. I’ll be stuck on this cot for days as my muscles spasm. Then I’ll do it all again. No one seems to care that I exist. But I’m full of love for the world. So I fight to live one more day. So I can do a little more good.