Robert Moss was diagnosed with polio at the age of six, the year before he wrote this letter. He would spend the next nine years of his childhood in and out of hospitals.
He made a full recovery and was a decorated athlete in High School and College, as well as an Eagle Scout. After college, he became a junior high science teacher, while also coaching football, basketball and track.
During summer break from teaching in 1965, his childhood struggle with polio inspired him to spend the summer working at the Louisiana Lions Camp for Crippled Children. He went back the next summer and was hired as camp director.
Robert was the Executive Director of the Lions Camp for 41 years. Over his tenure he expanded the camp to include programs for children with pulmonary disorders, muscular dystrophy, diabetes and autism.
He assisted in programs to set up similar camps in Puerto Rico and Australia, as well as a camp for children with terminal illnesses in Texas.
The Lions Camp still operates and is 100% free of charge for all attendees.
These are the names of Rocket's Raccoon's children. They appear in only 7 panels in 100th Anniversary Guardians of the Galaxy (a comic). This comic has no sequels, prequals, or explanation. The plot makes no sense and it ends on a cliffhanger that makes even less sense. But back to these horribly named children. Here they are:
WHY ARE THEY GREEN!?!??!
This is not explained. Neither it it explained why Rocket refuses to acknowledge them as his sons. Here are the other panels of them:
They have raccoon tails and noses; they are obviously his biological sons. Does he hate them? Who is the mom? WHY ARE THEY SO UGLY!!??!
No explanation. Ever.
These essential were scrapped and forgotten along with this comic.
This is not right.
I will not let them die.
Dear Marvel, here is my proposal:
This non-green lil fellas are the children of Rocket and Lylla. She is his girlfriend in many of the comics as opposed to a semi-motherly figure in the films. I have made them cute, relatable, fun 9-ish-year-old boys. Uno is wild and sporty and is nearly able to best his father in a race. Duo has a passion for machines and all things tech. He studies the ruined lab robots of Halfworld, trying to figure what went wrong. Trey is different. He's the black sheep. That stick in his mouth in not a cigarette, it's a lollipop. He saw Star-Lord smoking and thought it was cool, but didn't we all do that as kids? He's quiet and content, sitting in the grass watching bugs. He reminds angry, broken, stressed Rocket that it's ok. That he can enjoy the bugs too. And they do.
I want these kids back. I want to see them in new comics, in fanart, in people's hearts.
The newsies fandoms reception to Mike Faist is so funny to me because it’s this incredibly talented guy with some major roles in his belt. Arguably the biggest one being Connor in Dear Evan Hansen which had a major impact on how we view and interpret Broadway shows today. And we’re just like
“Oh mike? Yeah we know that guy. He put his leg through a fucking chair and told people that Max’s mom brought cookie cake for everyone”