I wanted to write yesterday, but I had a fever all day. An elderly couple—they were at the retreat mentioned in the previous post—raised 6,000 for the adaptation of my chair. In addition to this money, I have 3,000 saved from a fundraiser held a year ago. With this money, I will adapt my chair and buy new batteries.

Honestly, I never liked being exposed like this. This exposure is terrible for me. I feel like I am taking advantage of the compassion of kind people. I know it's not true, but I always feel that way and I feel ashamed too, but there is something that made me stop caring about it. The fact that maybe I am doing as much good for these people as they are doing by making these donations. After all, charity brings out the best in those who give, not those who receive.

It's funny, whenever things start to go wrong, shortly afterwards things happen that make up for the bad parts. I must be a very loved son. Now I just need my computer, there are very valuable things that I can't lose, no way. Having the flu was worth it in the end.