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Never before in my life has humble pie tasted so delicious. With their backs against the wall and the majority of sportswriters and 'casual' sports fans--and 99.9% of Edmonton--giving them the last rites the Florida Panthers rose to the occasion, showing why they have become known as the "Cardiac Cats." In Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals, the Panthers prevailed by a 2-1 score to win their first title in franchise history, becoming the first team since the 1945 Toronto Maple Leafs to win four games to three despite holding a 3-0 lead after three games, while simultaneously avoiding becoming the second 'reverse sweep' victim in a Stanley Cup Final since the 1942 Detroit Red Wings. It took thirty years, but the South Florida 'championship circle' is now complete: every team representing South Florida in each of the four major professional sports has won at least one world championship. The 1972-73 Miami Dolphins won back-to-back Super Bowls; the 1997 and 2003 Florida Marlins won the World Series (both times as wild cards who failed to win their division, which makes it even more incredible); the Miami Heat won the NBA Finals in 2006, 2012 and 2013; and now, for the first time in more than a decade, we have another world champion in the Florida Panthers. The Stanley Cup, in the continuation of a streak that is now going on thirty-one years, remains in the United States. I am not sure what the next year has in store, but if history is anything to go by, the Panthers may need to watch their backs if they find themselves playing for the Cup again. The last time a South Florida team won a world title, the Miami Heat defeated the San Antonio Spurs in seven games; the humiliation of falling short lit a fire in the Spurs, who put up phenomenal numbers in what essentially amounted to a 'revenge tour.' Both of these teams met again in the 2014 NBA Finals, and the Spurs smashed the Heat four games to one to get their payback. Recent NHL history has shown a trend of Stanley Cup finalists becoming champions the following year, or after a few years of rebuilding and hard work. There's nothing saying the Oilers can't get back to where they were, and there's more than a slight chance they will have an appetite for redemption. For the moment, the Florida Panthers are actually favorites, according to Las Vegas betting odds, to win it all again. Time will tell whether they can repeat as champions; as a friend of mine who hails from St. Louis, Missouri reminded me yesterday, it is harder to keep a title than it is to win one. His St. Louis Blues can speak from experience: after winning the 2019 Stanley Cup Final, they lost in six games to the Vancouver Canucks in the first round of the 2020 NHL playoffs, were swept by the Colorado Avalanche in the first round of the 2021 NHL playoffs, again lost to the Avalanche in the second round of the 2022 NHL playoffs, and missed the playoffs completely in 2023. Whatever happens with the Panthers, I am grateful they finally managed to become champions; beyond the shadow of a doubt, I will never forget this season as long as I live. A day of work having been completed, I look at the clock and see it is 6:42pm. Each number lines up in an immaculate symmetry. In less than twenty minutes, barring unforeseen circumstances, I will be receiving a phone call from a 'client' with whom I work in the kitchen on Wednesdays and Thursdays. She will not be joining us for the Client Appreciation Day that is coming this Friday, for she will be back at the same country club where she works three days a week, doing 'community service' and earning more for her efforts there than she would be here. I already have a suspicion of how the conversation is going to go. Having spoken to her many times, I recognize that our minds process the world in different ways. There is nothing wrong with that, but as of late I have found myself craving to have intellectually stimulating conversations. There are a few people whose knowledge and insights I find worthwhile, people who I am deeply grateful to call 'friends.' As sunset grows nearer, I find myself reflecting on the passing of a 'client' in one of the adjacent group homes. While I never had a chance to become acquainted with this individual, her death is unfortunate all the same. And yet, the saddest part, to me, is not so much that she died but the circumstances in which that death took place. If her case is anything like others, she probably had to deal with being yelled at or neglected by a hired hand on more than one occasion. In my case, I am fortunate, as my life experiences have helped me develop a sense of personal propriety, the humility to treat others with respect, and a blossoming courage that enables me to speak up when I am concerned about something, or perplexed by somebody's line of logic. However, there are countless others who are not so fortunate. Living in this environment, we are able to enjoy many things, but the one thing we do not have--the one thing that I still find myself hoping to regain someday--is freedom. The residents are expected to go to bed before 10pm and wake up before 5am. There is one CNA who is quite strict in her enforcement while the other who comes most days is a bit more lenient. Five days a week we go to a day program. I'm surrounded by the outcasts of society, people who more often than not ended up here through no fault of their own. I feel a kinship with the people I am around, but also a sense of sadness. It feels like a place where dreams have gone to die. I contemplate what the lives of these people must have been like before they ended up here. If I had any foresight to see what was in store, I would have cherished every moment I had with my parents and grandparents much more than I did. We are in the hands of a revolving door of caretakers. Tomorrow, I will likely have to deal with a young man who put in some hours last week, and the week before that. It is frustrating, as I am already aware of his patronizing attitude; under a veneer of politeness is an evident belief that he is mentally superior to those he assists, though he does a very good job of hiding it. It is frustrating to have learned so much, and yet be treated as less than garbage by some people. There is a fellow who is in charge of the "Environmental" program (it is basically janitorial work with a 'dignified' label attached to it) who gives off an "I'm smarter than you" vibe though he has demonstrated nowhere near enough intellect to justify that attitude. He is a leader in title only, a man who does not motivate or encourage those working for him. He was astonishingly rude to me yesterday, and had the nerve to tell me I needed to stay out of his way while he was mopping, despite the fact that I needed to advance past him to retrieve a lunchbox I neglected to get on my way to the auditorium for a snack break. Though tempted, I refused to exchange rudeness for rudeness. Being here for over two months now, I started to see a pattern. Our days come and go, one fading into the next, with little to separate them. Finding solace in my hobbies and the pursuit of knowledge, I hold onto all that makes me who I am with dear life. Having already made a few good friends, I would like to be there for them as long as possible. Somehow, someway, I will make a heaven out of this hell. Remains of a headache fading away, a bird vocalizes in the distance. In its song, my strength is revitalized.