Wellness Check
Menschville quite literally saved my mother on June 7th, 2025.
That morning, I had chosen—without fully knowing why—to rebirth this project. I posted both the long and short versions of Menschville’s mission and purpose to the website, and, unlike many other times when I write and don’t share, I felt strongly compelled to send the links to my mother.
We don’t speak every day—often every few days—but on this day, I reached out only because of Menschville. When I noticed she hadn’t read the messages (which was unlike her), I grew concerned. I called. She didn’t answer. And as the unease built, I finally called the police to request a wellness check.
They found her on the floor. She had fallen early that morning and broken her hip. She’d been stuck there alone for hours.
Would someone else have eventually come? Maybe. But what I know with certainty is that it was this website—this dream of healing and meaning—that moved me to reach out, and in doing so, got her the help she desperately needed.
Was it coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not. That’s part of what Menschville is about: honoring the possibility that some moments are more than random—that they might be, as I like to say, postcards from God. If this was one of those, the message was loud and clear: this work matters. Not just as an idea, but for the people I most love.
That morning, I had chosen—without fully knowing why—to rebirth this project. I posted both the long and short versions of Menschville’s mission and purpose to the website, and, unlike many other times when I write and don’t share, I felt strongly compelled to send the links to my mother.
We don’t speak every day—often every few days—but on this day, I reached out only because of Menschville. When I noticed she hadn’t read the messages (which was unlike her), I grew concerned. I called. She didn’t answer. And as the unease built, I finally called the police to request a wellness check.
They found her on the floor. She had fallen early that morning and broken her hip. She’d been stuck there alone for hours.
Would someone else have eventually come? Maybe. But what I know with certainty is that it was this website—this dream of healing and meaning—that moved me to reach out, and in doing so, got her the help she desperately needed.
Was it coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not. That’s part of what Menschville is about: honoring the possibility that some moments are more than random—that they might be, as I like to say, postcards from God. If this was one of those, the message was loud and clear: this work matters. Not just as an idea, but for the people I most love.