A short story about breakfast during Covid. Can you relate?

Collective trauma. The entire nation plunged into it. Replays of the same images. No escape.

I had never given blood; my heart pounded at the thought. It sounded simple. A little story and some deeper thoughts on trauma here…

As I think about my life, I’m ever grateful for the hero in the story. When I was young, I watched The Adventures of Letterman on television. He was a cartoon, but he saved the day nonetheless!

Every day of the school year my older sisters walked down the street to the corner where the yellow bus rumbled and roared up the hill, screeching to a stop. Sometimes Mommy and I walked down our street on warm, sunny days to watch them go.

Worldview. It's how I see, read, and understand my world. It's the lenses I look through, and like most people, I don't realize I'm wearing them.