On August 22 I learn that for the past 3 weeks my friend had been sleeping in his parent’s garden because he’s homeless once again. “But it’s been raining yesterday” I say. “Not at night” he answers cheerfully.
I think how privileged I am. How lucky I am.
I have a house and a bed and all the comfort I can wish for.
On August 23 I learn that my dog trainer died in an accident, at age 52. In 5 weeks our class hopefully finishes the companiog dog test he coached us for. He had a lot of plans for what he wanted to do afterwards, when he’d have more time.
I think how privileged I am. How lucky I am.
I get a chance to fullfill my wishes. I get to live.