I am the Master of Gripes when it comes to life’s petty annoyances-the smaller the irritation, the larger the gripe. I keep my mouth shut about the bigger things in my life because somebody, somewhere has it worse. There are countless people who do not have the luxury to lie back in bed in a Sunday morning and pick over their feelings in a Facebook post.
Case in point: Eric Meyer is a web developer and father. His daughter has had cancer spread, retreat, and finally return as terminal brain tumors. This is not another stupid selfie or hashtag, or scheduled tweet about your choice of bra. It isn’t a stupid flyer or editorialized newspaper article or collector shaking their tin.
Eric is a father whose daughter is going to die with little warning at some random point. There is no medicine or doctor, priest, or technology that can cure her.
These are the sobering reminders of the real world that we need periodically. I needed the reminder that I have two small children who I love more than anyone or anything else on this blue Earth.
Eric’s plight isn’t some bullshit image macro that you see, like, share, and never think about again. His daughter is ill right now, right at this moment. You should give Eric your attention and support because you can’t encapsulate his daughter’s illness in a hashtag for convenient resharing.
Read his blog, find your loved ones, and hug them.