I could definitely see him on a roid rage PSA poster. He has the deranged stare down pat.

Srsly, in states with high sales and/or property taxes (which get baked into rents) folks without papers pay way more in taxes than they get in social services.

Also, the only “welfare” undocumented immigrants even potentially qualify for is health insurance for their kids.

I’m actually based in Chicago now, but thank you!

I Googled his name. Take a look at the user suggested category for his law firm. Ha!

I’m mad that no one at the school could tell that dude wasn’t a teenager. He looks so old that he didn’t go to Frederick Douglass High School, he went to high school with Frederick Douglass

I do not do the South. I just don’t do it.

I’m telling ya’ll, we need a national day to call the police on white people. I suggest Columbus Day since that’s the day that best represent when the calls should have started.

I made the mistake of reading this on the bus on the way home from work. Reminds me of how my grandmother’s car accident and her instant transformation from matriarch to invalid. Happened over half my life ago (Im 32, happened 17 yrs ago) and my family never recovered. My aunt died of breast cancer didnt tell ANYONE…

Yeah, I think that’s the key to it: having the strength as someone who pushed through to hold the hardest parts of their struggle up to the light in the unrequited hope that someone can benefit from it. Honestly, it’s the only tangible example I can give of someone acting altruistically.

I am so sorry, Michael. Thank you for sharing this with us. Grace and peace to your family. I hope you guys are able to repair your relationships and each individual is able to process through this tragedy.

I hope we can soon get to a place where we no longer have to follow up an “admission” to mental health issues by proclaiming our shamelessness.

It’s important to know that everybody will need different types of help and your situation will probably different than mine or Phyllis’s or anybody’s.

Imagine being at the bottom of a well as water rushes in. Above you, you can see the world moving. You can see the sun shining and people talking, but you do not call out for help because you are ashamed of being in the well.

❤️

And, I am weeping. Thank you for sharing this deeply personal story and thank you for a painfully accurate description of depression.

So powerful. And I’m so sorry this happened to your family.

It’s not like she said everyone is getting 40 kilos and a drug mule.

THANK YOU!!! Sometimes I feel like the only one with this perspective. It’s comforting to know that I’m not alone (though I wish I were; it sucks that there are people out there with crappy families).