A Believer

You may have noticed that the title of this blog is “A Believer. No, it’s not a profile on Imagine Dragons. I’m certainly not going to sing the song for you. This post would get flagged for inappropriate content if I did. “I live by faith, not by sight.” I want to tell you three things that I believe will happen in my life. I have no logical reason to tell you why these things will happen; in fact, the odds are none of them ever will. However, as Han Solo once said, “Never tell me the odds!” I’ve learned that this life is a journey. The problem is that most people give up on their journeys because they don’t get immediate satisfaction. The greatest things take time and effort.

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:7‬ ‭NIV‬‬ For we live by faith, not by sight. 

My dad is a gigantic Mets fan. To his disappointment, I grew up a Yankees fan because all my friends were Yankees fans growing up in the mid-to-late 90s. I wonder how many followers I just lost by admitting that. Anyway, when Mets catcher Mike Piazza was inducted into the Hall of Fame, I watched it with my father. I can’t remember a word of what Piazza’s speech was, but I remember his father crying like a baby just because he was so proud of his son. Obviously, there is no Hall of Fame for the work I do, but if one day I get some sort of award, I believe I will give a speech in Spanglish and make my whole family cry. Parents and grandparents, please bring your tissues. The day is coming.

“You will find someone one day.” I find it really annoying when people say this to me, presumably because I have heard it since I was 17, and since I am 36, I am running out of “some days.” It is difficult to hope for someone special because it gets harder and harder to put yourself out there every time. I know I’m not alone. I also know that it can happen. I’ve seen it with my own eyes and experienced it to some extent. If the Israelites can walk 40 years in the desert, then I can wait a little longer. I think I will spend the next 24 hours just talking and getting to know a kind woman. I do not care if she spends the entire evening in a hazmat suit while curled up on her bed, as long as she can see the true me. What matters is the connection, not the sex.

The final one is somewhat, but not truly, new. I envision myself and my brother living in a house that is more like a duplex, where we can be together but still have our own space, or at the very least, be close enough to one another to be able to see one another when necessary. Without a doubt, my brother is smarter than I am. He is capable of directing his own care, so in some ways he can take care of himself. He reminds me of things most of the time. The issue is that, with the amount of support and physical accommodations, it’s extremely expensive. People never realize how expensive it is to actually have a disability. Disability is big business.

I know some of you think after reading this that I’m nothing but an ignorant fool, and I fully understand if you believe that none of this will happen to me. I know most days it’s hard to believe, but that’s why we have to believe. I can’t get the award for my family if I don’t put in the years of work for others first. No girl is going to show up at my front door waiting for me to take her away to a magic castle. The Extreme Makeover Home Edition TV show will not show up on my front lawn to design a house for my brother and me. I have to take the journey through all the highs and lows. It will not be easy, but nothing worth doing ever is. Please tell me in the comments: What do you believe? Thanks for reading, and have a great day.

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