I’m not sure writing this is the best choice. I may just delete it. Perhaps I’ll consider it a public service announcement. Today is my only brother’s birthday. Our parents recently died so we’re the only old family we have. But I won’t likely see him or talk to him. He’s not on Facebook, has never used a computer and doesn’t own a phone. He spends most of his time but a 12 minute drive from where I live. But he’s homeless. And unless he calls me, he probably won’t have any old friends or family wish him a Happy Birthday. I’ll be thinking of him but he won’t know it. Perhaps we might remember that every person whose eyes we avoid on the street, every single person who ended up in a place they could never have envisioned, they all still have birthdays. And they were all once eight years old eating cake and opening presents. And each of us who have the love and creature comforts that we do should thank our lucky stars.
