Do Yourself a Favor and Don't Read This
It's 3 in the morning. You wake up startled from the worst nightmare. You dreamt you were in your house... only it wasn't your home anymore.
Hundreds of little black rats have overtaken it, their feces on the floor, on the countertops, on your bed. Flies swarming everywhere because they thrive in that environment. And not just annoying flies like the ones when you're BBQing in your sunny, warm backyard with friends. We're talking hundreds of flies, a few landing on you every few seconds, adding a constant buzzing to your already exhausted nerves. You cannot take a single step without first looking to try to avoid stepping in their feces or worse, tripping on a rat. Add to the fact that these rats get in your food, your clothes, your bedsheets, your purse. There is no escaping them. You have no choice but to live with them. There is no other option. How did this happen? How did this tiny rodent somehow overrun your home? How is this real life? It isn't.
Not for Samantha* though. This is her and her family's unsettling reality. She lives there with her husband and two children. Well, one of her kids is currently in the hospital. With cancer. But that's another story. Or is it?
I met Samantha on an elevator at UC Davis Children's Hospital the other day. I gave her a flower. A rose. How pathetic is that? Here this lady is living through what would be my worst nightmare, every. damn. day. And I offer her a rose.
I found out more about her and her family. And I don't know what I am going to do about it yet. But you can bet it's something. Because I cannot hear about things like this and let it go in one ear and out the other ear. And you shouldn't either.
So stay tuned.
* name has been changed to protect her for now