The computer bucked and balked as I wove my way through a GoFundMe web site that would allow me to donate to Sylvia Hemminger and her daughter Hayley Hemminger-Martin. The machine kept warning me about the insecurity of the site. Somehow, I was willing to take that risk. Something just grabbed me -- perhaps the idea of a teenager on the cusp of her adult life being confined in a little-room-to-ramble arena of sickness ... a bastion of childhood turned into something in need of buttressing.
The reasons and possibilities for why I made a donation dangle like the tentacles of some Portuguese Man o' War jellyfish ... each stinging tendril defining a part of the foundation but none encompassing the whole.
Why?
Because I read a newspaper article?
Why?
The only sassy response I can find is, "Oh grow up! Why not?!"
At 18, Hayley should be out defending her boobies from amorous adolescents, not sitting by a sick bed. But there are kids in the world who have it worse. Life just happens, and sadly, humanity rarely makes things better.
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