If you know me personally, I go out of my way to avoid asking for assistance. Ask my friend Don, he’s always trying to convince me to stop being a “stubborn Asian” and accept the kindness of others. There’s a part of me that can’t let go of this lingering feeling of unworthiness and I often make life harder for myself along the way.


Fundraising of any kind has always been a huge HELL TO THE NO for me. While I’ve cheerfully donated to several non-profits/Kickstarters/all kinds of funds, I generally don’t feel comfortable asking friends to support things financially. The guilt has always led me to shy away from any situation that involved asking for money. Be on your fundraising committee? NO. Douse myself in ice water for charity? NO!


However, the last few weeks have changed the way I view fundraising. After many months of posting once in a blue moon, my Facebook timeline is now dedicated to raising funds for the Walk to Defeat ALS in Atlanta. I’ve posted photos, written a blog and personally emailed most of my network because in truth, this is all I can do for my friend Mikey.


Living in Hawaii, I’ve felt absolutely helpless since his ALS diagnosis in 2013. I don’t have the right words. I’m not able to travel and visit during holidays. There’s nothing I can buy that will change the reality that someone I care about has ALS. While flying out to Atlanta, fundraising and walking 2.5 miles won’t directly change his circumstance, it’s something. It’s a little something that is within my reach. Something.


In about two weeks, I raised $1,237.00 (of my $2,500 goal). I was in tears when I received my first donation. It was from someone who I admire professionally, but never had the chance to meet in person. Wait, there are genuinely kind people out there? Not just mean people who write horrible YouTube comments?! What? When more donations started coming in, I was so moved by the generosity of my friends. They understood that Mikey means so much to me and supported my advocacy for ALS.


This experience has changed my life forever. I get why people fundraise. It’s not because they think they’re saving the world, but because they want to do something. ANY action helps. Raising awareness. Googling ALS. Supporting caretakers. Making a donation. Something. Anything.


To my friends who have supported Mikey’s Minions, I am so grateful for your commitment to furthering the progress to find a cure. This is a bit embarrassing, but there have been several moments of crying as I watch the fundraising honor roll scroll. As a person who usually doesn’t care about anything, I am overwhelmed by the out-pour of kindness and generosity. I will never forget this, ever. Thank you.


If you would like to contribute to the Walk to Defeat ALS in Atlanta, ANY donation would be greatly appreciated.

I Love Mikey Post!




I met Mikey Post on the dance floor at the Little People of America convention in Brooklyn, NY in 2009. I don’t recall the song, but I do remember the genuine warmth he extended to a complete stranger. After a few dances, we realized that we had a mutual friend (another Diane) and figured out that we lived a few blocks from each other in Studio City. At the end of the conference, we exchanged numbers and he promised he’d invite me over for game night at his place.


As an introvert, I knew I wouldn’t be the one to initiate a get together with such a popular person (he is seriously the most awesome person) and thought we’d likely never dance together again. For many others in the LPA community, the national conferences are fun-filled weeks of making new friends and creating memories while vacationing in a new city. However, my experiences have always been a bit traumatic. While I generally enjoy meeting new people, I have found it difficult to form bonds with other Little People. Maybe I come off as an uptight snob or perhaps I’m just not cute enough. For several reasons, I just don’t feel comfortable in my skin at LPA events. Believe me, I’ve tried to form friendships, but most of the time they turned out to be temporary acquaintances. It’s like being the new kid in school except everyone is smaller and a lot of dumb girls hate you for no reason (ok, it’s just like being in high school). Since I found LPA at 22, a week just isn’t an ideal time to form a sustainable bond.




My friendship with Mikey has been a completely different experience. By the time I met him, I had already learned that Los Angeles was a city of broken promises and didn’t expect much. However, within a week of returning to LA, Mikey called me and invited me a post-convention game night. We’ve been friends ever since. People like Mikey are so rare in this world. He has the uncanny ability to see people without the usual filter of labels or whatever garbage someone may be projecting. He’s authentic and SO MUCH FUN. There have been so many days and nights where Mikey has kept me laughing with tears. He’s truly the most dynamic person I’ve ever met.




Prior to his diagnosis of ALS, I was already aware that his health was declining. Although his lifestyle changed dramatically, he still maintained his beautiful presence and was always absolutely delightful company. Since moving to Honolulu in 2013, I haven’t been in touch as often. When I found out that he was diagnosed with ALS, I fell into a deep depression. I’m usually not affected by circumstances, but this news made my heart ache both emotionally and even physically. I didn’t know what to say to him and just told him that I love him. He immediately sent me a reply that he loved and missed me without any reference to the months we hadn’t been in touch. He’s always making sure everyone else is okay.


On September 13th, Mikey’s Minions will be walking in honor of Mikey to defeat ALS for the Georgia Chapter. I’ve signed up as a virtual walker and would greatly appreciate your support. In an effort to jumpstart my fundraising, I’ve contributed 20% of my goal of $500. If you are able to contribute financially, please support my beautiful friend Mikey and his team: Support Mikey’s Minions!