I know, it’s been a few days since I’ve written something. But here’s a little story to go with it.
This summer, I spent two days helping at Camp Oz, a week-long camp created for kids with epilepsy. Because, you know, having an unexpected seizure while playing capture the flag at a regular summer camp can get a little awkward.
When I talked about volunteering there, someone told me about another adult helper a while back who was talking to one of the kids. The kid was lamenting the fact that because he had epilepsy, he was never going to get married. As it turned out, the volunteer (who also had epilepsy) was married, so he got to console the kid. Having epilepsy doesn’t mean you’re doomed to suffer a life of loneliness and isolation.
Why is this relevant? Because as soon as Teresa gets home, we’ll be putting wedding invitations into envelopes so they can be mailed out to people on our guest list. Stuff like this can get tedious at times, but it also shows that one more person with epilepsy can and will be getting married in a few months. You’re welcome, kid.
