Inspiration to write more.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to put this into words; being speechless doesn’t happen very frequently to me as you all know. But some things are just so intense and... IMPORTANT that you want to be able to do them justice. But in this case I never will be able to.
Last night, I met up with my best friend and when I arrived he went to introduce me to the man he was having a drink with - the man proceeded to say he didn’t need an introduction, that he knew exactly who I was - “you’re Nikki Hancock.” This isn’t the most infrequent thing to happen to me in Colusa County. But what came next I absolutely was not prepared for.
This man proceeded to tell me that my blog changed his family’s life. He said that his daughter had been deathly ill her whole life since second grade. Miserable, not functioning, not living a normal life. They had given up hope. He came across my blog with my info about Celiac Disease and my journey of discovering that’s what I had and within that they found the information they needed to set them on the right track to get her diagnosed. This man started crying right there in the bar and told me he needed to hug me. I can’t even write this without tearing up! He said that I saved his daughter’s life - that she is happy and healthy and now in the third trimester of a healthy pregnancy and that none of it would have been possible without me. He said she has always dreamed of meeting me in person one day. And, get this - they didn’t know that I’m now a professional photographer but she also recently took up photography. I just have no words for how that felt, to look into this man’s red, teary eyes just completely filled with gratitude and to feel like somehow, finding a way to get my painful journey onto paper changed more than one life for the better.
I like to think that eventually they would have found the right path to lead them to where they are today. Maybe me writing about it helped get them there sooner. What I do know is that writing is a VERY intimate thing to me - I get insecure about it, I waiver back and forth on whether I should be writing more or just stop forever. I’ve had a lot of things going on in my life, and things on the back burner that I’ve been working on. And I’ve been writing a ton and questioning if any of it would ever matter to anybody. This was one of those times I feel like I was exactly where I needed to be hearing what I needed to hear on just that night. For everything I may not have known I was doing to help that family, they probably don’t know that they did just as much to help me at this point.