My roommate from this summer called to tell me that the body of a teenage girl was found stuffed into a trashcan less than 3 blocks away from my old apartment in DC. In looking into it - the police are saying the death is “suspicious.” Because, you know, people often die of natural causes in trashcans. So in the spirit of the holiday that just passed, the one that I am pretty vocal about disliking with a fairly large intensity* - I would like to say that I am thankful for having a life in which fear of the possibility of ending up dead in a trashcan is very slight; in which fear in general is mostly nonexistent.
*The day, not the spirit. Talk to me about gratitude and I turn into Oprah.