Not long ago, I had a doctor’s appointment. Turns out it was in the building where I had my first real job. As I climbed the stairs to the office and turned the corner, memory’s eyes tricked me. Where was Brenda the receptionist, talking to clients and directing phone calls? I continued down the hall. The claims department, which housed so many of the claim examiners whose letters I transcribed, had been replaced with doors to medical offices. When I reached the end of the hallway and opened the door to where I had an appointment, I realized I was…

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