This a poem form a fellow volunteer/Buddy Mark Lynch. For those of you who are lucky enough to have met Mark, or any of the buddys, you will know this is what we try to achieve in supporting MS ers across the world. Shifted Horizons There was a time when the world felt smaller— rooms measured in steps I could not take, doors defined by what my body would not do. But then the horizon shifted. Not with thunder, not with miracle cures or magic mornings, but quietly— through voices carried across oceans and glowing screens. Through Shift MS I found people who understood the strange language of this life— the fatigue that arrives unannounced, the courage it takes to get through Tuesday, the humor we use to outwit despair. They were there in London, in Sydney, in towns I had never heard of— friends who knew the same battles fought in different time zones. And somehow the walls of my room stretched wider than continents. Where I once felt like a patient I became a voice. Where I once searched for meaning I found purpose. Sharing stories. Listening to others. Reminding someone far away that they are not fighting alone. MS may have taken its toll— strength from my limbs, certainty from tomorrow— but MS never expected that community would grow in its shadow. Now my days carry a different weight: not the burden of illness, but the responsibility of hope. Because somewhere tonight another person will log in wondering if anyone understands. And across the world we will answer. Together.