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A little step away from my personal grief journey and a turn toward the current times. 

As of today, over 100,000 humans around the world have died due to the worldwide pandemic of Coronavirus or COVID-19. People are isolated. Borders around the globe have closed. Schools are closed. Airlines are grounded. Massive amounts of food sits rotting unable to be distributed. People are hoarding and supply chains are stressed. Businesses have closed. Governments scramble. Hospitals are maxed. Care centers are incubators of death. Medical personnel are at higher risk than ever yet we demand more and more from them. The bodies of the dead are left to rot on the streets, held in morgues, or turned into mass graves. Funerals and memorials are in abeyance. There is neither time nor place for grieving.

Isolation is wicked.

Tensions can be high and panic pervasive.  

Blame begins.

Anger festers to hatred. 

The fragile nature of our existence unveiled. 

But is does not have to be ugly. 

We can choose 

how we behave, 

how we think,

how we speak, 

how we live. 

I am. You are. We are human. 




I Am


I am Chinese
I am Peruvian
I am French
I am Spanish
I am Canadian
I am English
I am Italian
I am African
I am Ecuadorian
I am Indian
I am American
I am Persian
I am Filipino
I am white
I am black
I am yellow
I am red
I am brown
I am male
I am female
I am cisgender
I am non cisgender
I am free
I am incarcerated
I am married
I am divorced
I am widowed
I am single
I am engaged
I am alone
I am gay
I am straight
I am queer
I am a sister
I am a brother
I am a mother
I am a father
I am a child
I am an adult
I am an aunt
I am an uncle
I am a niece
I am a nephew
I am a grandparent
I am a friend
I am a stranger
I am a neighbor
I am the president
I am the speaker of the house
I am the governor
I am the secretary
I am the lawyer
I am the judge
I am the indian chief
I am the janitor
I am the chef
I am the baker
I am the priest
I am the parishioner
I am the student
I am the teacher
I am the principal
I am the professor
I am the singer
I am the audience
I am the bartender
I am the artist
I am the temperate
I am the drunk
I am blind
I am deaf
I am the boss
I am the worker
I am Christian
I am Muslim
I am Buddhist
I am Hindu
I am Atheist
I am Sikh
I am Agnostic
I am Jewish
I am Taoist
I am lost
I am sure
I am silent
I am clattering
I am happy
I am sad
I am rich
I am poor
I am privileged
I am disenfranchised
I am thin
I am fat
I am short
I am weak
I am strong
I am tall
I am healthy
I am sick
I am breathing
I am human

I am.


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