Trip needs our help
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Anyone reading this who knows my father knows how serious it must be for him to accept help like this. Long story short, His kidneys are failing. Belizean hospitals have done all they can, so he's recuperating and trying to get healthy at the home of his caretaker, Robert. It's been a long time since he's eaten properly, but now Robert and his wife, Candy, are making sure he eats. They're also making sure he doesn't drink or smoke. He's been cooperating so far, more so than any of us expected him to, which is further proof of how serious he believes it to be.
If his kidneys can recover, he may be able to regain use of his foot, which is completely numb at this point. That would make walking easier, at least. If not, he'll have no choice but to return to the US for dialysis treatments. Because of the uncertainty, the goal number is fairly irrelevant. He needs right now enough to feed himself, and so it's up to us to supply Robert and Candy, our soldiers on the ground. There are a few lingering bills, but nothing crazy. With enough help, if he recovers, finishing his land will be attainable. If not, recovery here will be.
If anyone cares to read further, here's the longer version. Six years ago, the lunatic we all love so much sold everything here. Three shops, a condo, his bike, his Corvette, his tattoo equipment and memorabilia collection, everything he couldn't fit in a truck was liquidated. He then drove that truck through Mexico and up his mountain in Belize, where he had hired locals to build him a house (and holy hell, what a place they built! It's incredible just to think of getting the raw materials to the site...). It wasn't long before the jungle got him, though, and he contracted a flesh-eating infection called "subcutaneous leishmaniasis" in one of his feet.
Then he crashed the truck and broke a thumb. Then he went through a few pairs of glasses. A scorpion got him on the hand. He lost three cats and a parrot to the jungle, too. All the while, he and his team of superhero locals (lead by Robert) built the tallest lookout tower in Belize into the side of Trip's mountain. The road to get up that mountain is impossible. It's where he crashed the truck, and where uncountable vehicles have been lost. Plan A was fixing the road, a tall task when he only owns a section of it, and the rainy season wouldn't care if everyone was on the same page anyway. So, Plan B was building a helipad, and making connections with local helicopter tour companies. It was around this time that someone to whom Trip gave a career, a business, and a life decided to stop sending "an allowance" for him to live. Progress stopped. Savings ran lower and lower. Eventually he did nothing but drink, and with a numb foot, fall down. Two cracked vertebra, a bleeding head, a trip down the hill in a National Guard truck to a hospital, and 5 doctors later, he is bedridden in Robert and Candy's home. Anyone who knows the full story and cares to motivate the person who cut off his lifeline, feel free. At my father's request, I will not name him, and will only move forward.
Thank you for whatever you can give. Thank you for remembering his impact on you and your life. Thank you for stretching his legacy with me, further and longer than he ever imagined possible.
J. Trip
If his kidneys can recover, he may be able to regain use of his foot, which is completely numb at this point. That would make walking easier, at least. If not, he'll have no choice but to return to the US for dialysis treatments. Because of the uncertainty, the goal number is fairly irrelevant. He needs right now enough to feed himself, and so it's up to us to supply Robert and Candy, our soldiers on the ground. There are a few lingering bills, but nothing crazy. With enough help, if he recovers, finishing his land will be attainable. If not, recovery here will be.
If anyone cares to read further, here's the longer version. Six years ago, the lunatic we all love so much sold everything here. Three shops, a condo, his bike, his Corvette, his tattoo equipment and memorabilia collection, everything he couldn't fit in a truck was liquidated. He then drove that truck through Mexico and up his mountain in Belize, where he had hired locals to build him a house (and holy hell, what a place they built! It's incredible just to think of getting the raw materials to the site...). It wasn't long before the jungle got him, though, and he contracted a flesh-eating infection called "subcutaneous leishmaniasis" in one of his feet.
Then he crashed the truck and broke a thumb. Then he went through a few pairs of glasses. A scorpion got him on the hand. He lost three cats and a parrot to the jungle, too. All the while, he and his team of superhero locals (lead by Robert) built the tallest lookout tower in Belize into the side of Trip's mountain. The road to get up that mountain is impossible. It's where he crashed the truck, and where uncountable vehicles have been lost. Plan A was fixing the road, a tall task when he only owns a section of it, and the rainy season wouldn't care if everyone was on the same page anyway. So, Plan B was building a helipad, and making connections with local helicopter tour companies. It was around this time that someone to whom Trip gave a career, a business, and a life decided to stop sending "an allowance" for him to live. Progress stopped. Savings ran lower and lower. Eventually he did nothing but drink, and with a numb foot, fall down. Two cracked vertebra, a bleeding head, a trip down the hill in a National Guard truck to a hospital, and 5 doctors later, he is bedridden in Robert and Candy's home. Anyone who knows the full story and cares to motivate the person who cut off his lifeline, feel free. At my father's request, I will not name him, and will only move forward.
Thank you for whatever you can give. Thank you for remembering his impact on you and your life. Thank you for stretching his legacy with me, further and longer than he ever imagined possible.
J. Trip
Organizer
Jay Trip
Organizer
San Diego, CA
