I remember a debate competition in high school where, woefully under-prepared, I floundered toward an ending to my speech and started rambling about how life ‘was not worth living’ if the issue (and I do not exactly remember the issue other than it wasn’t of particularly high stakes) wasn’t resolved to my team’s position.  Unsurprisingly, after the talk a few adults in the room approached me and asked me if I was okay.

-13 September 2016

This post is part of the I Remember series.