I was sitting in the blood draw waiting room yesterday morning when I heard a young voice bantering with the check-in guy. The girl had evidently left her green card behind, and they were joking about someone stealing it and pretending to be the girl so that she could get a blood draw instead. They laughed, then the guy asked her when her birthdate was, to look her up in the system. "November 5, 1980," she said.
November 5, 1980. Not only did the girl almost share my birthday, she was also only 28 (hence me calling her a girl—I mean, if I'm still a girl, anyone 8 years younger than me sure is.). And yet she seemed to be taking her situation in stride. I was proud of her.