Survival, like art, requires practice.
A year ago I left behind my hometown and most of my friends to move to California. I wasn’t chasing a dream (I’m living mine) so much as positioning myself for better opportunity. New life. New challenges.
Day two of the journey my bank account was emptied by a third party. I busked in Memphis and appealed to my social community to help … and they did, big time. Day three found me broken down in Texas. Patience and time got everything fixed, and my people rallied behind me with emotional support. I got to where I was going. Couldn’t have done it without you.
You are stronger than the bullies. You stand up for me when dark voices threaten to erode my mind. You help me reconnect. I would not be here without you, and I’m grateful. I want to try to pay it forward, if I can.
There is a talented young man who is struggling and working in LA. He is talented, and he’s working harder than I’ve seen anyone in this crazy town work. He’s paying his sweat equity in spades. He has a great heart, and would never ask for help for himself. So his friends (and I hope he counts me among those) are asking for him. To date, he does not know of the efforts made on his behalf.
There is a GoFundMe set up in order to help pay down his debt so he can continue on his journey. I’m asking you to visit the site and make up your own mind about how best to help. As is true in all of these things, even the small amounts help.
This is Nate Westover. Practice a little giving, practice a little kindness. Help this man continue to practice his art, and survive … then thrive.
This is what we do: we love. Thank you.