I live my life walking a fine line between overly disappointed and incredibly happy. My emotions tend to fall to the extremes. I have a hot temper, I love with all of my heart and soul. I am fiercely loyal – almost to a fault. All of these things are an important part of making me who I am, but all of the extremes are due to not managing my expectations.

What I am is remarkably capable. One of the things I have accomplished is making a fabulous network of friends across the planet. None of them are similar, all of them bring out different parts of my personality to the light. One of these friends I met through a vindictive streak of mine.  I had disappointed a friend of mine greatly, and he in exchange had disappointed me. We were angry at each other. In fact, if you ask him he probably still dislikes me a great deal. I’m now, indifferent. That said, my best friend contacted me in relation to him.  We were acquaintances and she needed help. I helped, as best I could. If I weren’t angry, I probably wouldn’t have helped, but I was.

Over the years, she and I have become close. We have grown up together in terms of the adult world. We have navigated health issues, and become stronger. I mean, she ran a marathon for me – what more can you ask for from a friend?

As a part of this marathon, we worked together for fundraising for the Epilepsy Foundation. We fought to raise a decent amount of money for them. I had called, set up an account and had it earmarked for research only. As we were fundraising on two continents we both felt research was the only way to go. It was something that would help the planet, not just a small percentage of people who suffered.

Well, that was 2010. Recently, I emailed the foundation for an accounting of the funds. What research did our money go to? We were supposed to get an accounting of it at the time, but we never did. I’d been asked a few times, and I thought I would find out.