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This sketch was inspired when there was absolutely no reason to be or feel hopeful. I was bedridden, dying in California after receiving IV antibiotic treatments for Lyme that put my liver in a coma. Even though I was unable to speak without oxygen, unable to feed myself, unable to bathe, use the bathroom or complete basic tasks alone, my family was facing financial ruin because a trip that was supposed to last for 10 days was lasting for over 6 months since I was too ill to fly home and we were stuck in a hotel room I STILL had eternal and everlasting HOPE. I could feel my heart bubbling over, believing and trusting so strongly, that no matter what, against all odds I would and could beat this.

My extended family found out later about my illness and our financial need and held fundraisers for me that allowed me to continue to receive treatment and afford our hotel, otherwise we would have lost our home and been stranded. A top American doctor for Lyme/CFS heard about my story and contacted ME to help discuss intervention for my case. Right before he contacted me, I had sketched this image. It was as if I had attracted his help, as if he knew this sketch was meant for him. This is when I decided to send the original to him as a gesture of gratitude since it was the best possible way I could express myself to him. Words and money had absolutely no meaning and lost all value.

It is then when I discovered that generosity does not have to equal monetary value. Loving actions as simple as a smile or kind glance can be more than sufficient. I drew this curtain, barely able to move my pencil for hours and days on end and somehow I knew that the struggle to physically draw and the emotion behind the sketch would be conveyed and even shared and amplified for this exact reason. This curtain was the only thing I got to see in California for months on end across from my bed in my hotel room. Sunny California was only a few inches away on the other side of the wall and I experienced 99% of my stay in the hotel room staring at this curtain enjoying the cracks of light that would slip through onto my face. All I could see and feel when I looked at it was HOPE, because I intrinsically knew that behind the curtain, after all the darkness was where all the light and love existed. All I had to do was move through the darkness that could not last, just as I was awaiting daybreak where darkness only has an alloted time, so does it apply to life. “The darkest hour comes right before dawn”

Size –  5″ x 2″

Price – 3 bookmarks for $15

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