Let's Be Chronically Positive

Dearest Sigma Kappas:

I love you.  Actually, it goes beyond that.  I appreciate you.  I would jump in front of a bus for any one of you and if anything happened to one of you a piece of me forever would be gone.  I do not say that lightly and I do not say that because “it is what you are supposed to say.”

Some of you may not realize what you mean to me.  I’m unintentionally tearing up as I write this because that is how big of a role you have played in my life.  For many of you Sigma Kappa gave you a home away from home.  Sigma Kappa gave you friends.  Sigma Kappa gave you someone to help you through a math test.  Sigma Kappa kept you here. And I think that’s beautiful.  

You may not understand why I take Sigma Kappa so seriously.  So I want to finally tell you and really try to make you “get it”.  Sigma Kappa for me is relationships, yes.  But Sigma Kappa is also a lifeline.  I was dying.  In many ways that may be literal, but my soul was dying.  I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t move, and I was alone.  And you fed me (you know who you are). You carried me (again).  You got me to my classes.  You did that.  When I was in the hospital hooked up to a heart monitor Sigma Kappa showed up and made it okay that I didn’t know if I was going to be alive tomorrow or if I was ever going to be able to finish school.  All of you did that.  

Sigma Kappa means so much to me because without you I wouldn’t be here.  And I don’t mean that in the sense that I wouldn’t be in Bowling Green and I would be off at some other school.  I wouldn’t be in school.  I have an amazing support system and a hundred people to build me up when my world comes crashing down because of my illnesses.  Without that I would not be able to attend college.  That is a fact.  

That is why I fight for this sorority.  Some of you may think that I push loving your sisters a little too much.  Some of you may think that my emails to you telling you how much I love you are ridiculous.  And some of you may think I take things a little seriously.  Some of you may not understand.  But I understand that when your world falls apart and you are ripped into tiny, tiny shreds it is not glue that brings you back together; it is the people who have surrounded you.  And that is you amazing ladies.  

Thank you for the amazing gift you have given the RSD/CRPS community and the gifts you give me every day.  Thank you for all that you do, all that you are, and all that you’ll be.

And to anyone who says that going Greek means you are paying for your friends, I truly say that you do not pay nearly enough.

Linda