This week marks the first of November, and we are now over seven months into the unpleasant reality of a pandemic. None of us asked for our lives to change so drastically in this way, but such events are the nature of our humanity. Bad experiences will come and go throughout our lives, and we must carry on. Times such as these are the moments that will shape the people we become. And when this pandemic does eventually reach its inevitable end, we will look back on the experiences we have gathered in these consequential months with a new perspective. In 10 years, we will look back and see how the pandemic made us more resilient as people. The fortunate thing about unfortunate events is that with each new bad experience, we become better prepared for the next. With this in mind, I wrote a reflection on such an experience I encountered 10 years ago. The date was June 5, 2010, and my family was celebrating my sister’s third birthday. As far as my seven-year-old memory can recall, the...