I am Irish, English, Welsh, Scottish, and German. A real mutt of European ancestry. My life has had its share of difficult moments, trauma, and on and on. Everyone has things that they deal with over the course of their lifetime. Without the aide of friends with connections, and a strong dose of God I don’t know if I’d be alive. All that being said, I am privileged. I have had advantages in life because of the color of my skin and family connections. I also have a roof over my head, lights that turn off and on, food, and running water. I have been able to shelter in place to keep Covid-19 from having its way with a body full of neurological and cardiac issues; those known and unknown. That is a privilege. This move for medical care hasn’t been all sunshine and roses, but I’m lucky to be alive, and receiving treatment at a phenomenal Catholic hospital.
I don’t put up with a lot of nonsense after all I’ve been through, but know that my scrappyness won’t get me shot if I speak up. Again, privilege. America is full of beauty, goodness, and good people. It’s also full of monsters that remind us we have a LONG way to go.