This is sort of a desperate letter but I am doing it out of sisterly love. My brother needs help, if you can give it.
Nate has spent the last two years giving his time and money to Invisible Children. You all know the story even if you don’t know him. After all that time, he is broke. But at the same time has an amazing opportunity to go to Uganda ( to africa for his first time!) with Invisible Children and after that spend two weeks working with my Aunt and Uncle across East Africa.
He has been amazing in doing this and I have seen him grow so much through this experience. It all started from just a off hand comment during a conversation while I was screening the Rescue in Texas, when I told him he should given Tiffany a call and see if he would be a good roadie. Within just a few days, he was on a plane to Boston with less then a few hundred dollars of support, and was giving all he had to his team.
Since then he has worked as a booking assitant and regional manager for New England. With all that he is done I would love to see him get a chance to actually see the difference he has made on the ground in Uganda. But again, he is broke.
He has about fifty percent support, but only a week or so before he goes. If you can help at all, even just a dollar check out his link
“And I learned what is obvious to a child.
That life is simply a collection of little lives,
each lived one day at a time.
That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers
and poetry and talking to animals.
That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets
and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.
But most of all, I learned that life
is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks
with my hand on her knee and sometimes,
on good days, for falling in love.”—~ The Notebook (via gatekeeper)
I’ve had a migraine for 21 days now. I’ve done in the muscle steroids shots, vicodin, thousands of midrin and toradol, and i just completed three days of IV treatment to try and break the cycle. To no avail.
Last night was the worst night I had since the beginning of this thing. Ryan is a saint, I went to his place last night and tried to ignore it and I just broke down. Frustrated and in pain he just held me and put and icepack to my head as I cried. I love him, he is perfect.
I’m freaking out. I’m so tired of this shannigans.