Joel's Day

And so it is upon me again. It doesn’t creep up on me, nor does it crash into me, but I wake up and it is the day that everything changed. I never know what to do to commemorate, so generally I do nothing. Nothing I could do would match its enormity. The loss required something big. And so I changed my life- I went to Africa to face AIDS, I came to Mongolia to confront the bitter cold, it would seem. Every day on this journey now is a testament that one day, one moment, one heartbeat, one life, one death changes everything. I would gladly trade my own life. Perhaps I did. My sacrifices are still too small, my inconveniences minor by comparison. But I am not done. .