I take partial responsibility. After all, my parents had more than a little to do with it.
I usually forget my birthday until the week before, when everyone starts reminding me. This year, though, I’m paying a bit more attention because, well, I’m here to have one. That was, for the first time ever, more than an academic question recently. So for that I am grateful to many people, most of whom I do not know and may never see again—doctors and nurses and even some folks who thought good thoughts without my knowing—and for the love of my friends.
I have pretty much everything one could ask for out of life. …