Project Kengikat

Kengikat is a beautiful human being. His humanity brings tears to my eyes. He is choke full of substance. Actually, he loaded with more substance than the richest meal you will ever eat (which he probably cooked!).

He has a kengikat channel on youtube. He also has a blog which I would highly recommend called www.dosomethingsaturday.org

To touch the surface on this man, he is HIV positive, has sickle cell anemia, was homeless for 29 months and after 90 some interviews finally found a job. To learn more about this remarkable man, check him out!

He is also one of the most sensitive, thoughtful, humane person I have seen. He inspires me to drudge onward. More importantly, he reminds of why I am meant to be an HIV pharmacy specialist. There is such an openess, such a humanity when somebody is infected with the virus. How could I not want to be apart of that? That would constantly give me fire to do whatever I would have to do to advance in my career (which sucks since I can't find a job).

When I wallow and whine, cry and bawl, feel worthless and that I deserve this
(which in many ways I do), I read his blogs and feel better. In my heart, I feel that I can blog with that depth of emotion so that I may affect another's life. I somehow feel a little better knowing that maybe, just maybe, the intense discouragement I am experiencing and have experienced will have some purpose someday, and most importantly, in conjunction with my career.

Kengi somehow makes my deep feelings of discouragement not so bitter to swallow, like the apple cider vinegar that I drink on an irregular basis to help with the terrible breakouts I have been getting lately. Stress induced acne? Absolutely!

It is easy, way to easy, to be discouraged for the fact that I feel that I have it worse than others. Alluding to a previous blog, I can still feel that I am in the ring getting punched while there was an audience, who may root for you or may boo you out.

Kengi doesn't make me feel that way. He arouses my sensitivity of character, which softens me. This softening prevents the hardening inside of me. Anything to prevent hardening is good because getting hard inside steals away your hope.

Ah, another day tomorrow.