First, let me say thanks. If it wasn’t for your stunt last night, I would not have the joy of experiencing this piercing headache and brain fog that results from being up all night. Every now and again, a girl needs to appreciate the good sleep she normally gets.
Next, let me ask you a few questions.
1. Were you just driving around a medical condo complex at 1 am and decide to randomly and forcibly break a window–a double paned window? If so, you really need a life…or a sleep aid. Either way, I can help.
2. If, as some suggest, you are not Mr. R. Perpetrator but rather Ms. P. Ahole, may I ask you why you would do such a thing? I realize, as many people say, that I am “out there.” As in…visible. And that my team has done A LOT of amazing and public things recently. But, are you so hateful to be troubled by a bunch of people raising money for the American Cancer Society? If you are deranged enough, as my daughter hypothesizes, to be irritated that our reach has extended beyond our initially stated mission, again I will ask you to seek immediate attention.
3. If you are just pissed off at us because we wouldn’t give you the posionous drugs someone else has kept prescribing without conscience or care, I understand, but …you will thank us for that. We may have saved your life by, for once, NOT writing a script.
Lastly, and please listen to me very very carefully here. I was sad to see the office I am so proud of and worked so hard to build vandalized. But, now I am just blood-boilingly angry. How dare you? Never mind the money to fix the damage or my time lost or my sleepless night–those are EASY. How dare you try to take one of the most positive, heart-filling, joyful times of my life and plant a seed of doubt?
For a second, I gave you satisfaction. During my sleep-deprived fog, I vowed to “come in” from being out there–to come off of Facebook, and take our Team’s collective success and call it a day and a year and a lifetime. The words “I am done” crossed my mind several times.
Then, I thought of all of the unexpected moments that shatter lives: the day Miranda Nolte found out her cancer was back, the day Joe Dunn told his kids he was done fighting–and he was sorry, the day BM was told the mother of his five kids only had weeks to live–and you know what?–I got a much needed grip on myself.
You shattered a couple of panes of glass. The work my team does through my being “out there” does teeny tiny bits to pick up some shards of shattered lives. So, if it is ok with you, I will not go in. I will stay out. Perhaps even writing this is giving you too much credit but I needed to say these things for myself, my supporters, and my skeptics.
I will leave you with some advice. Whatever is boiling inside you–making you so sad or angry that you felt the need to commit this small silly act, channel it. Run ten miles for cancer victims. Set up a happy hour for a dying girl. Or, maybe just write an open letter to your own Mr. R. Perpetrator.
Thanks for taking the time to read this today…I imagine you are pretty tired too considering the night you had.
On second thought, you can call me Doctor.