More pretty beach stuff.
So.
It turns out that this position I was offered is volunteer. No money, Transient, too bad, so sorry. Find another way to pay for your kids meds. Still, if I can help other people in our position, that's good stuff and the contacts I make will make it easier to achieve my ultimate goal: to have a web site which connects people in all fifty states with help and support, both emotionally and financially at the state and federal levels, to connect them with programs at all the major drug companies which can help them get access to medications they may be unable to pay for otherwise, to start a web-based message board system where parents of children with chronic pain issues can get together and talk to one another, not only to lean on and learn from each other but to know, if nothing else, that it’s ok to feel like screaming and throwing things once in a while.
I had to sell myself to them and I bet I did. I want to say I don't know where the words came from but one of the few things I am certain I am good at is advocating for people in trouble. I have the ability to get out in front of a train and stop it from hitting people or at least hitting them so hard.
I'm going to be good at this for them and they get all my talent for free. For a while, anyway. A lady has to make a living, you know.
