I had quite a scare these past two days.
Let me take to back to a week ago.

Special Olympics, I'm a coach and I am bless to be one. In my fourth year in coaching for S.O. I can't even express how my heart feels all because of my athletes... it's like each athlete that runs to hug me or that is joyful flips a switch in my heart and the light only gets brighter. I coach the wheelchairs this year. Or as I'm told by others, I got "stuck with them". NOPE! I requested them. Most are unable to talk, but boy can they communicate, they just had to learn to do it creatively. Which brings me to Howie. Well, Howie was having a rough day, and when Howie has a rough day he gnaws on things. Hell, I would too if I didn't have any other way to express how I felt. Knowing Howie wasn't doing too well, I bent down to talk to him and before I knew it he had my arm and the only thing I thought was "is he gonna kiss my arm?" Nope. Straight to the teeth it went. I had to laugh, though my arm was still chomped between his teeth, and as I continued laughing, Howie just stared at me, surprised by my reaction. After I successfully riped my arm free people began swarming and freaking out. I was still laughing.
Fast forward to two days ago.
Howie's staff from his group home took my aside to tell me that he has Hepatitis.
I still brushed it off, but after practice I began thinking.. hmmm 'B' or 'C'... 'C' is not curable.. and kills you.... if I have it I've already infected like 6 people... Hoover ate after me... and Betsy and I shared a cigar... .shooot! I made out with Steve-o.
Fast forward again to the deuce nine.
Steve-o, Hoover, Randy Lee, and Hooverita tell me I've turned into some video game zombie killer and freaked me out to the max.
Well, after 2 doctor visits and much more searching for answers, I find out that it was 'B' and that I should be fine.
The most disturbing part of this had nothing to do with me or this disease but a comment made to me.
"You got bit by a retard and caught a disease.. that's what helping people gets you"
There are some many things wrong with that comment.. my heart broke. If i'm gonna die, I'd rather it be in helping.. in serving others who are so full of joy and light if you only give them the chance to be in your lives. That gives your life purpose.. meaning, because you are nothing alone and self-serving.