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In a world where my only societal responsibility as a recent college grad is to find a job and show up to it every day, I find that I’ll soon be incapable of just that.

I’m not afraid of my illness; it’s one that probably won’t kill me, but rather will just cause extreme pain and physical degeneration if untreated. What I fear is worthlessness.

As a young twenty-something with a business degree, I am fully aware that I know virtually nothing. I have no real tangible skills, no noteworthy experience, no professional certifications, nothing. However, a year of walking busy uptown streets, waiting in line at Starbucks, and sitting in on meetings has taught me one thing: how to dress.

Last night, I was a miracle.