I’m lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?

thedailywhat:

Inspirational Motivational of the Day: 23-year-old Brazilian skater Italo Fernandes Romano may not have legs, but he has something a lot of people lack: The ability to overcome his shortcomings.

The Curitiba native lost his lower limbs at 13 when he fell while playing with his friends on a moving train. Romano refused to let the accident define him, and soon proved that even as half a man he’s twice the skater many professionals are. 

[dpaf.]

thedailywhat:

Laughing To Keep From Crying of the Day: Comedienne Michelle L. Dobrawsky has rectal cancer. You’d think she’d be depressed, but she’s just too darn busy laughing about it.

As amusing as rectal cancer is, Dobrawsky laments the fact that it too often takes a back seat to sexier siblings such as breast cancer. It doesn’t even have its own ribbon!

Her solution? Convince South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone to make nutty Mr. Hankey rectal cancer’s the official ambassador. “I can’t think of a more appropriate spokesturd,” she says.

Read her open letter to Trey and Matt below:

 

Dear Trey and Matt,

I’m a longtime, devoted fan of South Park, right from the start.  Your work is truly inspired.  In turn, I’ve been inspired with a great idea I’d like to share with you!

Boy, I wish my writing was better; wittier, more persuasive.  However, I’ve got cancer and it’s totally affecting my art.

Yep, I’ve got cancer.  Rectal cancer - the funniest cancer of all, fortunately!  And, frankly, a cancer with a big ol’ marketing problem.

You see, rectal cancer doesn’t even have its own ribbon.  Sure, the colorectal cancer ribbon is a drab navy blue.  Navy blue!  And I don’t have colon cancer.  (My mom has colon cancer, but that’s another story.)

Rectal cancer is its own, special (to me) disease, and deserves a higher-profile endorsement.

I propose promoting and licensing Mr. Hankey as the official ambassador for rectal cancer.  I can’t think of a more appropriate spokesturd.   As a rectal cancer patient, I spend a lot of time focusing on that particular area, and its particular output.  And to generate, painlessly, productively and naturally, a perfect Mr. Hankey, is the goal of my treatment.  (That, and not dying.)

Imagine the day when Mr. Hankey’s earthy brown visage is slapped onto every ribbon, tshirt, electric mixer, lipstick, football helmet, mouth guard, sneaker, toaster, stapler and every other endorsable, colorable product in the world!  I’d be happy with a smart baseball cap, and perhaps a shade of lipstick and a candy bar.  But to dream at all is to dream big, right?

I know there’s little chance this letter will reach you, but I wanted to put it out there.  Perhaps you’ll learn of this, and think about putting Mr. Hankey to work for a great cause.

Howdy ho,

Michelle L. Dobrawsky.

[bizarrozero / alexblagg.]

(Source: lovequotesrus)