Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Have you ever read the book, or seen the movie, "Horton Hears a Who?" Horton is the elephant who is splashing around in a pool in the jungle when suddenly he hears a small speck of dust talking to him. It is the voice of the Mayor of Whoville, which is a planet located on that speck of dust, and the Mayor asks Horton to be in charge of protecting the Whos of Whoville and their planet. You know that part where all the people of Whoville gather together to play loud music, bang on anything to make the loudest noise, and altogether shout "We are here! We are here! We are here!" so that the other animals of the jungle know there is life on that speck of dust and not to destroy their planet, which is that speck of dust? Well, I sometimes feel like the people of Whoville...There is the healthy, thin version of me inside myself trying to be heard, shouting "I am here! I am here! I am here!" I can hear her sometimes. My brain seems to mostly act as the tormentors of the jungle and ignore the shouting, or not hear it at all. Over the past year or so I have had some health issues...I feel like each issue is a voice which is joining that healthy, thin girl inside to help shout "I am here! I am here! I am here!" I don't want to wait for that just one more, very small issue to make the shout loud enough. I want to free and protect that healthy, thin girl right now. Before she is destroyed forever.