I was given a birthday card today from one of my residents, which was made with a flier that I had posted on his wall to meet with me (which he stood me up for), that read, “Happy 29th Birthday R — I hope you live a happy 129 more!”
Although the sentiment was sweet, I am praying that this isn’t some sort of prophecy — given the current tendinitis in my knees, I am fairly certain that if I make it to 158 I will not be walking well at all.
Rachel Karman 