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Welp, yesterday, while you thought all I was thinking about was my meeting
with the President, I was actually out doing volunteer work. I was once again
rolling up my sleeves, and building houses with Homes for Humankind. I didn’t
tell anyone that I was going to do that, because I didn’t want there to be yet
another media frenzy, and I’m happy to report that it worked. I put in the
work with everyone else, and for hours, didn’t have to worry about all these
threats to my life. My security team was there, but instead of standing around
in suits and sunglasses, they wore regular clothes, and volunteered too. All
of the other volunteers knew who I was, and who my friends were, but they
didn’t give me any crap about it. They didn’t give me preferential treatment,
or ask me a bunch of questions. Everyone has a story, and it was nice to
listen to other people’s, instead of thinking about my own. Some of them
really understand a desire for anonymity, so no one leaked information. Still.
I feel lucky that we never got caught. Wow, saying that, it makes it sound
like I was doing something wrong. This is stressing me out, seeing threats at
every turn. I don’t know that I’ll be able to pull it off again. Is that part
of my life just over? Will I never be able to just go out and contribute to my
community without it ending up on the news, or having to avoid that by going
in disguise? Kelly says that I should accept that my life is different than it
used to be, and pointed out that change is my status quo. She’s probably
right. I’ve complained about rich people only helping others by donating
money, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe that’s all I really can do without
simultaneously shifting focus to me instead of the cause.
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