09/24/2026
My grandmother could tell you were coming down with something before you could.
She never called it diagnosis. She called it paying attention. She looked at your color, your eyes, whether you were talking less than usual, and she had a pot on the stove before you said a word about it.
We traded that for waiting rooms and printouts and we call it progress. Some of it is. But somewhere in the trade we stopped being able to read the people sitting right in front of us, ourselves included.
Look at somebody today. Actually look.