Of course that's true of each day,
those past and those to come.
But this day last year first responders
talked of how much blood...
Independence is me,
I am independence, resolutely
self-sufficient. Except when I'm not.
Unable to do normal tasks,
suddenly left-handed,
dependent is me.
A year later, self-sufficiency comes easier,
freely passing as able bodied,
the hand a distraction, a nuisance.
A year of learning vulnerability,
dependence, the value of friends
and family... How much better I am
having thought of possibilities
of no longer being.
I'm grateful to countless folk.
May God bless you all.
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