April 26. 02:
I woke up in a strange world. Where my mind or my money cannot buy me a breath of air. I looked at a mirror and it looked back at me and said -- Hey!
You are mediocre.
I stared back and replied. But I AM NOT HELPLESS.
There are others fighting for me.
in Warsaw who open sourced the design of a 3D printed ventilator, to @diwakarvaish
in Delhi who has invented one that doesn't require compressed air.
who tried saving 63 kids when air to their ventilators was shut down, to the man of final goodbyes
who has helped thousands of families get back their loved ones, dead a long way from home.
One mind at a time. Raised by the power of Nine. Makes a billion.
In his exquisite memoir as a young neurosurgeon
faced with a terminal cancer diagnosis, Paul Kalanithi
attempts to answer the question: When Breath becomes Air
He wrote --You could not help but feel your speck like
existence among the immensity of the mountain, the earth, the universe, and yet still feel your own two feet
on the talus, reaffirming your presence amid the grandeur.
WE ARE NOT HELPLESS. Not anymore.
There are others fighting for us. Join me to discover & contribute directly
to the work of other Humans
fighting for humanity.