I wanted to write this months ago, but I have regrettably delayed this. I realize how important it is to show appreciation and respect, especially to those who are there for you and care about you so here is a letter you, my comrades.
Comrades,
In the past couple of years or so I have realized who my true friends are. My life has changed drastically with the constant ups and downs that life throws at anyone I suppose. During these times I realized how lucky I was, but not so good at showing those people in my life how much I appreciate them.
I want to start off with my friends who were there for me before I entered politics, you know who you are. ;) As corny as mushy as this may sound they were/are my rock. I could talk to them about ANYTHING. They helped me escape a relationship a couple of years ago that was toxic to me and stood by my side with many personal struggles. I want to emphasize that they also put up with me as I transitioned into a communist and we keep in touch when we can and they are still my family. :) xoxo
Next, I would like to mention my comrades in Students for a Democratic Society (SDS). It is in this group where my politics grew and so did my friendships with others. What attracted me to SDS was that they felt the same way I about US education system, being an education major and all, and from there my political lines expanded. I was introduced to anti war, feminism and more.
Transitioning to an anti war/anti capitalist lifestyle, they helped me through losing "friendships" and a "relationship" from my pre-political life. My comrades have been with me through thick and thin, especially when they took me in for several months and traveled from NJ, about a 2 hour ride by bus/subway, to cheer me up when I was hospitalized in March for Crohn's Disease in NYC.
I spent 7 days, my whole Spring Break in the hospital and not only did SDS visit me but members of WWP who was there for me during my long stay.
It was a WWP member who convinced me to see a doctor because of a mysterious pain. Almost everyday I had visitors and people calling me on the phone checking up on me. People bought me flowers and get well cards, WW paper, but what I enjoyed the most was talking to people because it distracted me from a pain that even the strongest medication couldn't cure.
I've had a history of being ill and hospitalized for several years, but it was during this specific time that I felt I was part of a family. I will never forget everyone who was there for me and took care of me. Even today, almost four months later, I have flair ups that tend to be painful and disgusting and despite that Crohn's is an invisible disease, my comrades do the best they can to care for me and have an understanding that not many people would have.
In recent months, my comrades have taken me in, encouraged me when I was down, made sure I didn't go hungry, helped me adjust to the NYC lifestyle, help me find employment when it always seems impossible and more!
With the feelings of frustration and hopelessness, I tend to lose sight of those around me. Honestly, I don't know what I would do without my comrades and I really do appreciate what has been done for me.
Expressed with love,
Thea Connolly
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