I wonder if all 9 seasons of “Scrubs” I subjected myself too, and how I am able to replay episodes in my head on command, has pushed other important, useful information, out of my cranium?

I look around this room and have healthy reminders of things critical and vital to the path I chose to get here.  My grandmother and grandfather peacefully watch over me.

I guess in the end what I fear most, what I fear losing touch with and memories of, is the past, the experience that got me here, my roots.


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