My name is Christian Curet, and I am not white. I am not Latino. I am an American, and I am asking you to help.
I wear my mask of civility, of patience, of fear, all so I can ask for my life, please sir. I can’t breathe.
I used to do many things until I couldn’t and now I can’t wait to not do them again.
I’m struggling with this pandemic, with its effects on our country and the world.
Sometimes, seizing the day means staying the bed, and holding onto your children a little longer.
Or, “The Girl with the Paper Rose”.
The absolute hell of it is that this world will break her, and my wife and I have to send her out into it.
Finding my Hispanic identity and being found wanting.
He hurt me, he scarred me, and even at forty-four, it’s changed me forever.
It’s a tale that is being told every day, by MILLIONS of women and tens of thousands of men.
Part One: Sitting in a Car
Before, I never let my size stop me from doing things, but now that my size is keeping me from living my best life (gag), it’s time to change.
Sticking to a healthy lifestyle without a real plan will not work anymore.
I finally rejected my excuses, embraced optimism and devoted time to my physical health.
We need to be digging out not down. If you find yourself in a hole, dig out with me.
From him, I learned that something done simply, but done well, is better than something that looks great but didn’t serve its purpose.