The Twentieth One.
Evening, Subheading: I'm Paying Attention. Today at work I met a person who was shot five times, run over purposefully by a car, lost their sight, and lived to tell the tale. I learned this as I was checking them in and asking them to verify if this visit was being billed to an auto insurance, or just their normal policy. They looked confused for a second when I asked, and I said, "If this was due to an auto accident, they may be paying..." etc etc. They laughed and told me that what happened to them was definitely not an accident. After getting them checked in, I asked if they wanted help finding a seat in the lobby. They said, "Thank you for not asking if I needed help, but if I wanted it. That's really thoughtful. Also yes, I both want and need help." We laughed. I walked them to the end of the lobby and not very gracefully helped them find a seat. We chatted for a few minutes, mostly laughing, and I was struck by how much joy they still managed to find ...