The internet / social media has hundreds of thousands of "sickly" people .
These people stay sickly, otherwise their groups of dissolve "after" they stopped what they were doing and started living better.
OR they are the result of defective parents and permanently damaged in their mother's womb and just group up to feel like they are not alone and maybe feel better in numbers that make them feel like they are "normal", because all their friends are in the same boat with them.......
What they all have in common is they seem to NEVER understand and just STOP what they have been doing and just start to cleanse their bodies of poisons and worms.
THE BASICS APPLY to all humans and mammals...............the more toxic you are, the more worms your going to grow.
Meeting thousands just like you, often just means your meeting thousands that like staying the way they are.
IF you enjoy living, then you JUST CURE YOURSELF for starters..........then you could go back and try to help the helpless, but 99% will reject you as not "ONE OF THEM", you have to be ONE OF THEM or they do not trust you and they never will make changes for the better...........their life is their sickness, with out their sickness they would not know what to do.
GET OUT and START LIVING and you will then want further and further away from all the sickly..........when you reach the point your growing your own food, protecting your home and your dog is a REAL DOG and not some deformed reject of Nature.......then you may discover that you can never live long enough to get your job done.
"IF" you ever have a day your bored---then you took a wrong turn.........your job is never done. As you get older you may slow down, but your job is always there. IT IS CALLED LIVING.
If your in a group of sicklies on a sick street, in a sick city and you all have sickly want to be dogs----you can expect to be bored to the point that all you have to talk about is your sickness.
An Amish child starts working in the garden by age 2, setting on a small stool, picking weeds from the garden.........when they grow up, they have no stool to set on, life is too short to "set".