I don’t have a name for what is happening here online, I do know that strangers are coming together to form friendships and within the bounds of these friendships, actions are taken. I met Melissa once in Chicago and it was like finding your friend you’d been searching the world for. I didn’t need more of her than just those moments, nor she I. Melissa was recently in town for a taping of Dr. Phil so the kids and I met her for a quick dinner at Hollywood and Highland.
In keeping with it being Hollywood, I met Bob Saget on my way to Melissa and later we were both greeted by a delinquent smoking a joint in the hallway of the Raddsion. I had the children avert their eyes, “clove cigarettes” we explained to them.
We had dinner and took a brief walk on Hollywood Boulevard. “Oh my gosh Melissa, I know her.” I grasped Melissa’s forearm. She looked at me and I continued, “Melissa, I know her from Mark Hovarth’s videos. I know about her dog and her catheter, and her need to see her family. I know her three wishes.”
Standing on Hollywood Boulvard, buying my children toys they don’t need (and may or may not want) I grabbed my friend’s sleeve and whisper again, “I know her.”
But I don’t do anything, because just as quickly as she appeared, she disappears again. My middle class guilt has me gasping for breath.
Oh Jessica.. I went to Mark’s blog and now I can’t stop crying. So incredibly sad.
I am speechless….what a moving post! Thank you!
i had a dream with her in it!! the other night. she must have just stayed there, forever embedded in my memory. it’s so sad that she is still there, on the street.
you were so moved by seeing her. and shocked.
and the toys i bought my kids that night…still in the boxes.
and you. well. i don’t need to say another word.
you are my friend.
xo
I have to say that I love this post and the one where you shared lunch. A heart of gold. You are a gem, I am so moved and sad for this poor woman, thank you for sharing. I am just speechless.