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In 2019 my mom was hit by a taxi cab in Chicago. Right before COVID hit her car was destroyed by a tornado. Then on Dec 30 she was diagnosed with cancer. When folks ask how I can still be a Christian I tell them “because I can’t punch God in his stupid face if I’m in hell.”
She’s the finest person you could ever know. Her nonprofit provides millions in free healthcare to the working poor in Tennessee when she could be running political campaigns. Got Bill Clinton on CSPAN for the first time in the 80s. Feeds, loves, and often houses my friends.
She’s faced constant adversity her entire life and fights like a lion. Came from dirt in Idaho to a career in politics, gave that up to run nonprofits in the South when the church took my Dad there. Ended up back in politics advocating for poor people’s health.
When I was 11 she lead a service at my Dad’s southern baptist church about her story as a rape survivor. Men complained it was inappropriate. After the service the front of the church was filled with survivors who’d never talked about their experiences holding each other.
She will make it through this, because she fights through everything. She’s my hero and why I’m a writer. When docs told me in 92 I’d never graduate high school bc of my crushing ADHD she found me life saving advocates. They said that to second grader’s face. She fought it.
I’m still processing a lot. But what I know is my Mom is a gift to this world and I’m 100% going to break God’s nose.
