Doordashing is a veiled attempt to rescue any semblance of my remaining dignity. That $1 tip in 3 hours of deliveries represents my dormant sweat that is trying to rise after a 10-year massive crash. 

This attempt to rise out of these hot coal and ashes only to try to combat all the taunts targeted against this broken, old, disabled soul which wasted the youth of the most enchanting delicate flower.