Diabetic Cyborg Life 4/08: Defying Odds Defines me

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There was a local band named “After” in the early 2000’s that played live music in a bar down the street on my 21st birthday. The singer was my boyhood best friend that I lost touch with after he moved to the city I live in now. They had a song called The Prophecy that comes to mind right now.

That idea of things being prophesied is one that I never put much stock in personally. I’ve long defied the odds since my birth into a lower-class impoverished childhood that gave no hint or clue of reality now. All three sons of a mother that raised us, who was the first to get a bachelor’s degree, would ever all three sons have a masters by the end of their college careers.

I say all this to show how I hope to again defy the odds and live through this outbreak of COVID-19 that is predicted to kill up to 240,000 souls. The hook of The Prophecy song was “trust the prophecy,” yet I’ve had a life of defying any such forecast of likely results of my life. The chronic illnesses make flouting these odds that much more unlikely.

Still, I fight on and will dare do it with a smile on my face!

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Adam, Diabetic Cyborg

Adam, Diabetic Cyborg

Muslim, Optimist, Chronic Lyme Disease survivor, History/Poli. Sci. Prof. with no class. COVID Boosted on 8/25, 2/2, 7/15, 9/15 💍 10/6 & 1/17