I remember burning rubber, the twisting of tires, and I remember a promise, unbroken. I celebrated my birthday a few months ago, in early February.
I usually don’t mention birthdays much, but this was a special day amidst a special era. In the United States, more than 590,000 people have died in over a year due to a largely preventable COVID-19 tragedy.
Within that context, a birthday takes on a more specific meaning. It means I’m still here. I’m alive. Something I wouldn’t dare take for granted in 2021.Read more on themighty.com