October 06, 2017 (vol. 127, iss. 5) • Page Image 4
…O ne day, I may forget my name. I will wake up in a stranger’s house and see a person I’ve never met before in the mirror. Her eyes will stare blankly back at me, face muscles sagging with fatigue and confusion. One day, I will forget how to hug someone. I will have to ask where the bathroom is in my own home, and I will need help getting there. One day, my brain may simply forget how to breathe. Every 66 seconds, someone i...…

















































