A post from my Marvel blog of long ago, this one reprinting a letter we’d received from a reader.
Every once in a while, you get a letter like this that puts all of the crazy in perspective:
Dear People of Marvel,
My name is Simen Abid and I have a rare form of blood cancer. I’ve had this disease ever since I was 1 years old and have been in and out of hospitals all my life. In fact tomorrow I’m being admitted for a series of blood transfusions and other things.
I’m not writing this as a “pity me ’cause I’m sick” thing, I’m writing this to you, the people that make the comic books that I love, that there been many times in my life that I’ve just wanted to give up the fight and give into my disease , times where I would cry myself to sleep because of I didn’t understand why this was happening to me, why did I have to be stuck with so many needles and why did the doctors have to take this and that out of me. Anyway, my point is that being in that hospital bed all the time and not being about to play with the kids outside a lot, your comics kept my spirits up when I was down.
Marvel Comics have had a profound effect on my life. The books were always there to take my mind off the world of emergency rooms and operating tables, they were there to kick me out of my depression and continue to give this sickness everything I got. I write this to you, the people of Marvel Comics as a thank you, thank you for being the only friend i ever knew. Thank you for reminding me time and time again that no matter what the odds are, if you fight the good fight nothing will stop you.
Thank you, Marvel, for saving my life, for helping make me the man I will be some day. The doctors always said to my parents that I wouldn’t make it past 8, then 10, then 12, and then finally 16. I’m 19 years old today and will be turning 20 in April. Thank you for everything, people of Marvel, and God bless every one of you.