Letter: Adapt to change
April 10, 2022 marks 30 years after a drunk driver hit me when I was 16 years old. I had a four-month-long coma, broken bones, paralysis and brain injuries. My gait and speech is not perfect, and I read lips. Years of therapy and...
Letter: Grateful for police
“If the police force in London stopped working for one day, the city would devolve into mayhem.” My dad told me this years ago, in a thick accent, when I was a teenager. I did not believe him. I thought to myself, “most people...
