It’s been a long time for many things.
Almost a year since, I’ve found my way to this spot.
Almost a year since I’ve taught in a classroom.
More than a year since I’ve left the county I live in.
Things started to change on Friday.
Colleague after colleague texted, “Just got it!”
Saturday, I left my house at 9:35 a.m.
Three freeways, one bridge, and two left turns later, I found myself stopped at a red light.
Up ahead was the college and a line of cars that snaked up, past parking lots and brick buildings.
The light turned green and I crept forward.
I move as instructed until I’m asked, “Do you want to drive or walk up?”
My choice of walking up was met with, “Great! It will save you at least an hour! Just tell the person up ahead.”
The yellow card placed on my windshield was my ticket to the parking garage and the next set of instructions given by men and women in army fatigues. All of whom were kind, funny, and efficient.
“Go downstairs and follow the arrows.”
“Get your appointment number and ID ready.”
“Since you answered the questions on the form, has anything changed?”
“Date of birth?”
“Left or right arm?”
“Take this card and follow the tape.”
“Are you afraid of needles?”
“Check out at the table.”
“Do you have a second appointment scheduled?”
“Have a seat until the time on your wristband.”
At 10:41 a.m., I walked out of the parking garage where the team of army medics will deliver COVID vaccines to 8,000 people by the end of the day. I was grateful to be one of them. Each of us taking steps towards beginning again.
Here’s to new beginnings.
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