The great thing about America is we are able to voice opinions, take sides, grow, brainstorm, and generate ideas.  Some are happy every four years and some are disappointed.  But the election of Barack Obama spurred fear in some of the most ignorant among us.   White Supremacist.

You do NOT represent the white race.   I am about as white as you can get.  I denounce everything you stand for and your pitiful belief that because you were born white you are supreme. Seriously, do you still cling to the notion that only a WASP has the right to hold that office?  Do you believe you have the right to kill?  Are you that fearful of losing control?  Instead of spending so much time worrying about the future of white power, why not go back to school and get an education.  The more you know, the more you will realize you are an idiot.  I pray the families from the Sikh temple who lost loved ones because of your group’s hatred are able to heal and not live in fear for the rest of their lives.   

P.S.  Your white supremacist member didn’t know the difference between a Muslim and Sikh, not that it would make a difference.  Your purebred whiteness is not better than black, yellow, or red.  You are not better than gay, female, Catholic, Buddha, Muslim, or Jew.  You are no better than any other human being on this planet and chances are you have a little something flowing through your blood that would make you cringe!

Every girl needs a man in her life and if she doesn’t have one then she can find one.  I found one through the Wishard Volunteer Advocates Program.  After background checks and extensive legal and medical training, I was awarded legal guardianship of Mr. H. in 2010.  I will be with him until the day he dies.

Mr. H loves me from the depths of his soul.  He lights up each time he sees me.  He makes me feel special and needed and beautiful.  We have promised each other that whoever goes to heaven first will open the back door and let the other sneak in.  I believe our souls will always be friends.   I want him to die first because I could make it alone easier than him.  These are the thoughts I have when I think of Mr. H.

Mr. H., is a 59-year-old moderately mentally retarded schizophrenic loaded up on drugs. He lives at Rural Healthcare in a world of delusions believing he is dead, frequently checking his pulse. We have a well-established routine. He sees me enter the facility, screams “Nancy” and stretches out his arms for a hug. My name is Debbie, which he uses for the remainder of the visit. We have the same conversations on each visit. He immediately wants to know what I have brought him. It’s always a bottle of Sprite and either 3 sliders or one double cheeseburger.  He finishes his mini-meal then wants a dollar to go to the vending machine and buy another drink.

I visit Mr. H once a week. I believe he had a fiancée who died of ovarian cancer decades ago. He still misses her. I know every job he’s held, the details of every one of his broken body parts, and can nearly recite all of his imagined diseases. Each visit we talk at length about the food they are serving that day. He wants to know my age and if I’m married. He has told me many times if he wasn’t so fucked up he’d ask me to marry him. Almost every time I leave he tells me he wants me to find a husband to take good care of me. He likes for the other residents to think I’m his girlfriend.  Some think I’m his wife.

On Monday, the social worker from his facility called me and told me Mr. H. came to his office crying. He told the social worker I had not been to visit him in three weeks and that he wanted him to find Debbie. He used my name instead of Nancy. I had not been to see him for 11 days. I told the social worker to tell Mr. H. I’d be there that afternoon. The social worker said he didn’t want to promise Mr. H., because if I didn’t make it he would be too disappointed. I said, “tell him.” I hurried through a few things at work then headed to the facility.

I was there two hours later. I talked to Mr. H. about my absence. My grandson had surgery the past week and a few other unexpected things came up, which loaded up my schedule. I asked Mr. H. if it would have helped him if I’d called the social worker so that he’d know that I was going to miss my visit with him. He said yes. I assured him I never forget about him and I will keep coming to see him. I also told him that I was glad he had the social worker call me. That took a brief few minutes and we were right back into routine.

Robin Bandy is Wishard Volunteer Advocate Program director.  What she has done for the poorest and most helpless of us all is more than money can buy. For Mr. H. she has given him a friend. I am blessed that it is me. Without Robin, we would have never met. I have been a volunteer all of my adult life. Never have I felt that I’ve made such an impact. This volunteer position gives me the opportunity to help someone feel loved and valued. It is shocking even to Mr. H. that we should be so lucky. He asked me one time how much “they” pay me to visit him. When I told him I am not paid, he wanted to know why I did it. I told him because we are friends. I was waiting for a big smile or a hug or thank you, but instead he looked momentarily surprised then asked if I had a dollar; that made me laugh. I laugh a lot when I visit Mr. H. He laughs too.

The CEO of Chick-Fil-A voiced his opinion that marriage is between a man and a woman.  It’s his religious belief.  He closes his establishment on Sundays. He puts his money where his mouth is…  how could he have answered that question any differently??  Rosanne Barr voiced her opinion,   “Anyone who eats at his establishment deserves to get cancer.”  How could she have voiced her opinon any differently?  She is a vile-mouthed disrespectful uneducated idiot.

I don’t get into debates over the rights of gays and civil unions. But, I will state my opinion on same-sex marriages.  I guess I should be careful.  The mayor of Boston is going to try and get Chick-Fil-A out of his city.  This is insane talk. I know unions between same sex couples will never be recognized as the  sacrament of marriage in the Catholic Church.  So, should all the Catholic Churches be kept out of Boston?

If the gays want to be “married” why isn’t there a universal contract that gives them the same rights as married men and women, such as health care, division of assets when the partnership ends, and whatever else they need.  Why isn’t there a mandate including gay-partnership health benefits in Obama Care?  I don’t get it.  Why all the screaming?  Mr. Cathy is not trying to stop any “gay” legal rights. He does not discriminate in hiring or serving gays.  He simply answered a question the only way he could answer.