I don’t see how we make it out of this....

I don’t see how we make it out of this. Not the plague, there’ll be people who make it out alive, but more often than not I think that no one’s going to make it out of climate change alive. I have nightmares every night. That I’m in a forest as it burns, or a whirlpool as dead polar bears swirl around me. Some days I can’t get out of bed. I wonder if it’s worth being alive. But then my kids come into my bedroom, and they serve me breakfast in bed. Nothing fancy, just the most scrambled eggs you ever saw and some pancakes. And they and my husband hug me, and I hug back, and then I go about my day. No matter how dark I think it’s going to get, and believe me, it will get dark, there’s no way I’m giving up. Not when I’ve got people counting on me. Take care, Chuck.

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