Almost no one thinks of themselves as old.

In the movie “Bent,” a gay man, on his way to a concentration camp, bangs his head against the box car wall saying, “This can’t be happening.”

When I told Ray that I no longer wanted to travel several hours to speak on LGBTQ issues in the workplace, I wondered what might be next. Since then, I’ve written my memoir, and worked in an advisory capacity for two schools in Haiti, and for Human Rights Watch in South Florida.

“Do you know that you make the same look you made when you were little,” Ray asked.

During last night’s walk with Sebastian, two young adult males rode by on bicycles, one yelling to the other, “You’re a f*cking man. Suck it up!”

Early this morning, a body covered with a white sheet lay on the sidewalk next to the Publix parking lot. Apparently, a pedestrian was hit by a car. I don’t know the person’s age, but I assume they didn’t wake up thinking that today was the day they would die.