We may never fully understand the significance and meaning of the twists and turns of life – why this or that happens – and it’s ultimate significance in the grand scheme of things. My dear friend, Norman, and I were in an accident with a motorcyclist last May. We believe that the motorcyclist was having a health crisis when he struck our vehicle, but the district attorney seems to believe that it was Norman’s fault. He has been lodged in jail since October and is awaiting trial next February.
Norman has had a rough go of things even from the womb. The doctor who performed the amniocentesis accidentally punctured his skull with a needle, and he was born with a big goose egg on his head that lasted until he was 10 years old. Kids can be so cruel. Depite everything, Norman is one of the kindest men that I have ever known. When both of my parents went on hospice, it was Norman who was at their side until I could be there for them. My parents loved Norman, and they made me promise that I would look after him for the rest of my life. I intend to keep my promise.
I am selling T-shirts that say, “We Love Norman” to raise money for his bail, but the T-shirts that say, Let’s All Go To Vegas And Spend Norman’s Bail Money” are the ones that are selling the most.
10 Grand is a lot to come up with in a short amount of time. My most sincere wish, is that Norman be home for Christmas. This is strange for me, because I am usually the one doing the giving and not the receiving. Years ago, I had a friend who used to help me give away seedlings at my local farmers market, and he was always broke, so I used to help him out with a 10 or a 20 here and there. I never really thought much of it. Then one day he called me up and told me that he just sent me $250 to pay me back for all those times I had helped him. I was in tears. I do not give because I expect to receive. I do not ask because I expect to receive. But I refuse to let go of Hope – for it is the Hope of many, that sustains our imperfect world.
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