I took the assigned seat, unveiled my arm, and looked away. Far far away. I cannot bare to watch that vampire needle suck my blood out during lab work, so my eyes usually gaze around the room like I’d been invited to someone’s home for the first time.

The doctor ordered lab work last week that included a fast. Since I do so look forward to my first cup of coffee in the morning, I got up extra early this time — considered briefly driving over in my pajamas — and checked in at the opening bell, 7:00 am. There’s no waiting at that hour and, yes, I was dressed.

I looked around that little room for something that wasn’t lab-ish, and spotted a small sign propped up in the corner that read,

“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind… always.”

What more is there to say?