I honestly did not think much of the people I know when I started folding this past weekend. I was merely, to tell the truth, looking at Stanford's website in preparation for the harrowing university applications that will begin in just a few months.
As a high school student, I have gotten to know countless fellow classmates who struggle with autism. A delightful yet hapless boy in fifth grade, i remember reading to him every week. He was so isolated; every communication was futile, like a ping pong ball thrown at a brick wall. Countless others, all to differing extents but all living the same daily struggle. Laughed at and even shunned for their feeble grunts and cries and attempts at speech, it's just unfathomable.
Then there are the cancers. Every day, people talk about their friends, family members, 18th cousins 3 times removed who unsuccessfully fought lung, prostate or testicular cancer. Only when my aunt had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer did I really snap out of the dull disinterest that i had towards the illness. It was a scare alright, and although she is doing well, i an folding for her and the twelfth grade student in my school who is undergoing chemo for Hodgkin's lymphoma at this very moment.
I can't promise that i can break records with my budget-limited computing, but that certainly doesn't mean I can't try my best.