When I Nearly Died I Got Something Better Than a White Light

You don’t have to wait until 90 to get clarity.

Photo by Radu Florin on Unsplash

I’d just arrived in San Francisco. I was 2,403 miles from home and was alone in my adopted city. I didn’t have a single friend. I had $800 to my name, an apartment lease and no job. After completing grad school, I needed to leave my home state of Michigan. I was impossibly young…