For me, and for a whole bunch of people I love.
So, I just want to say no one asks you to be perfect, and no human beings are perfect, and some of the strongest and best people I know are those fighting the greatest handicaps. And sometimes the handicap is just the way you are: in your mind and in your sense of honor, in what you can do, and the way the world is setup.
Sometimes it is when you fail and fall on your face that you find the path in which you’re meant to be.
And sometimes it is the fact you’ve fallen on your face that allows you to see things others don’t.
If my health had been perfect in childhood, I probably would be a housewife in a tiny village in Portugal. I certainly wouldn’t be a writer, and not in English, of all things.
Or, to quote Leonard Cohen “There is a crack, a crack in everything. It’s how the light comes in.”
Let the light shine.
UPDATE: This just posted at Pjmedia: Mr. Acosta Can You Hear Me Now?