Pain Imagine being in so much pain that you can't move without your body protesting loudly and intensely. That's what it's like for many of us diagnosed with MYASTHENIA GRAVIS. It's a rare neurological disease that causes our immune system to attack our own muscles. It makes simple acts complex to the point of making one struggle to keep ones head held up with our necks. So everyday simple tasks become insurmountable. You will never understand the sheer frustration of almost being capable of something. To being able to remember the ability to walk, drive or perform simple tasks on my own without the current ability to do those same things is like the universe is testifying as to your lack of worth. Is this to be my life now? To be constantly reminded how inadequate I am in life is a cruel fate. To be young enough to have to be asked why I am not working when by all appearances I should be capable of doing so is soul crushing and a never ending source of depression. Am I to be trapped in this body until death? The first night I stopped dreaming I could walk hit hard as I realized I was forgetting what it was like to be able to walk. I am essentially awaiting death as my sole purpose in life. I have to deal with that. I was diagnosed in February of 2017 with the rarest, most aggressive form of MG that exists, hospitalized in 2019, and confined to a wheelchair that same year. I get no Medicaid, no disability and no income so 100% of funds used for my needs come from one modest income. And being completely incapable of work, that burden falls on my wife. There's little that I loved doing more than just living life when I could and now very little in this world brings me joy all I can do is strive for is in revisiting things that alleviate my suffering on earth. So on the rare occasion that I am in possession of an Arturo Fuente Hemingway Classic cigar, some apple skoal or the rarer still More Menthol 120s I get no treats. (They stopped selling them here long before dad stopped smoking. The nicotine aids in treating the tremors my condition causes. Weird but true) There's little else I take pleasure in anymore. The nicotine stops the tremors and finding these products anymore is almost impossible. You see, this was to be my ministry. These writings, my videos on Rumble were my outreach. When I first began returning to Jesus, the boundless stories of miraculous encounters made me want to experience his love in much the same way. I wanted to knock on doors, I wanted to be a blessing to someone. And I saw no way of doing so given my severe mobility issues. So the only outreach I had were these simple videos on Rumble. And then that was taken, with videos impossible to make. I'm still working on solutions to video creation issues. Being broke doesn't help. Sadly, i am broke and incapable of raising an income. Every time someone watches one of my videos, it's another pensive knock on a door to witness for him. It's all I can do, so it's all I did. Every time a barrier is overcome and a video is seen that's one more reached soul for Jesus. Please help me minister to those I can't reach physically. Share my Rumble channel, pray for me I am going through immensely difficult pains, both mental and physical as this body continues to quit and prepares to be at home with Jesus. If I find a way to create videos again, I will make this into a video for distribution. I need help, please. Thank you for your support. WWW.RUMBLE.COM/USER/DAVIDSROBERTS DavidsPorch59[gmail].com