It was 20 degrees at 7 am on that Monday morning in Harvard Square. I was mad that I had just missed the bus, and was standing out in the freezing cold, waiting for the next one.
I had been called for jury duty, and was headed to the courthouse to ask for a postponement since my husband was in the hospital about to have surgery. My mind was filled with anxiety and negative thoughts. “Why didn’t I leave two minutes earlier?” “What if they don’t let me postpone?” “What could go wrong with my husband’s surgery?” “Will I get to him before it starts?”
Among the others at the bus stop was a woman in her 50’s wearing a dowdy hat, an old pair of boots and a dark coat, but she had no gloves. Another woman who looked to be in her mid…
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