By the time we get to the story of a young man whose flu diagnosis was delayed because of the pandemic, we will know whether it was a case of ignorance or stupidity, or whether it’s all about how we’ve been raised.
The answer will probably be a bit of both, and I can’t think of a single way to explain it.
So I’m going to try to find one that is both fair and true.
This essay is written in the form of a personal narrative, and is written as a way to illustrate why, in our age of rapid change and rapid progress, we have to ask ourselves these difficult questions about what we can do right now to avoid what is coming in the future.
As the pandemics ravage the world, and as the number of people who have had to live with a severe flu pandemic rises exponentially, what we really need to do is ask ourselves whether we have learned enough from previous pandemias to make the next one better.
I’ve been thinking about this question for a long time, and it’s something that has haunted me, in part, because I am a scientist who was also a teacher in the 1990s and early 2000s, and also because I grew up in a middle-class suburb of Toronto.
It was there that I came of age, at a time when I was the youngest person ever to be diagnosed with the flu, in an area where it was not uncommon to have no flu shots available.
I think we are still learning, though, and we are trying to keep up with what we learn, by working harder, by investing more in education and research and more in health-care access and care, but at the same time, we are making mistakes.
We are failing to take the right steps right now, and so I am trying to write this story as a sort of plea to the people of Canada and the world to do more than we have been doing.
And the reason I am writing this story is that, while I have learned a lot from the pandems experience, I have also learned a great deal from the experiences of other countries, especially the United States.
In many ways, the experience of pandemers is similar to the experience I have had.
I was born in a small, rural town, which was mostly white, and my family was pretty well off.
My father worked in the factory that produced the first refrigerators, and he took me to school, which had all these kids coming in from the suburbs.
And I always knew that it would be tough to get into a top-ranked school.
I knew that the best schools in my town were Catholic.
But there were other reasons that I did not want to go to a Catholic school, too, as it was in the suburbs, and a lot of people were not very interested in them.
My family moved out when I went to high school, but we kept in touch with our neighbours, and when I got to college, my friends and I moved to the suburbs of Toronto, and the same thing happened.
When I was in college, I found that the school I went into was a bit different than the one that I had gone to in high school.
It wasn’t a big, fancy school.
The classes were smaller, there wasn’t much of a campus, and they didn’t have a lot in common with the other colleges I was taking.
The teachers, I thought, had gone off the reservation.
The students, well, they were all pretty good.
And then one day, they all got together, and after they had lunch, they talked about it.
They were like, Why do we have such different experiences?
The people in the class were all friends of my father, who had been teaching for a couple of decades.
The class was a lot smaller than it had been, and there was more interaction.
And they all agreed that it was different, and that it didn’t make sense to go into a class with the same people every day.
They said that, after they came out of the class, they felt like they could see the difference in how they were going to teach the class.
They felt like, this is what we are going to do here.
And so they came together and formed a group, and started making the first lesson plan.
I got in the first class, and everyone got up and walked around and talked.
The teacher who was the only person I knew who was white came out and said, Well, everybody, I know you want to learn the lessons of this class, but you’re all going to have to work together.
We’ve got to work it out together, or we’re going to fail.
So we’re not going to be teaching it, and then it’s going to turn into this big, complicated lesson.
And everyone is like, Oh, no, no. I know