Neither One Of Us Remember

Neither one of us can remember how we first met. She’s pretty sure that she found me through my response to a Daily Post prompt. I’ll take her word for it since memory is not my strongest trait.

For the last few years, she’s been in my corner. She’s given me many virtual hugs and left comments that have made me tear up or laugh or both. She has inspired many posts on this blog through her Prompts For The Promptless series and just by being herself.

She told me once that I’m an inspiration to her, and honestly, without meaning to be humble, I find that difficult to believe since she is such a huge inspiration to me. Her creativity, kindness, generosity and magic are peerless, and I doubt anyone who knows her would challenge that claim. I can’t see how anyone could dislike her. I just don’t see how it’s possible to dislike someone who has helped so many, including me, with a kind word and genuine caring. She is thoughtful, funny, smart, talented, wondrous and one hell of a writer.

I can be talking about none other than the inimitable Rarasaur, my friend.

My friend is going through a rough time now and she has been for nearly four years, which is longer than I’ve even known her. For years, she’s had injustice hanging over her head, but you’d never know it from the way she interacts with the world.

Almost four years ago, she was accused of a crime she did not commit by rich bastards. I have absolutely no doubt that Rara is innocent. None at all. She did not do this. If you told me that she is an actual dinosaur with a pet unicorn, I would believe that over believing that she is guilty of the crime of which she is accused.

She has spent all of her time and money fighting this injustice and it looks like she might lose. She might go to jail for something she did not do because she doesn’t have the money and energy to fight it anymore. That makes me rage.

Many of you know that I spent years in my own battle with the legal system. I lost. I never got any justice and it looks like Rara won’t either. Justice shouldn’t be doled out only to those who can afford it. It should not allow innocent people to go to prison and let guilty people walk away, but it does. Our system is broken. The justice system is a misnomer. There is little justice in the justice system, at least, not for those of us on the bottom.

I am hoping against hope that some sort of karmic miracle happens and Rara can fight the legal battle facing her. I am hoping against hope that she will be acquitted of this heinous crime and she is returned to us where she belongs. I rearranged my bills for a minute so that I could donate an embarrassingly small amount. I wish I could do more.

If you can help in any way, please, consider donating to help Rara and her family.

Read Rara’s story in her own words and donate here.

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