A year ago today the World Health Organization proclaimed the pandemic. Perhaps March 11 will become like September 11, a date that will go down in infamy. I write this as I await President Biden’s speech, to occur in a half hour. I do not envy him. I am disheartened to hear how bad things are at our southern border, with so many unaccompanied minors from across Latin America showing up, hoping for that more compassionate response than the previous administration. The kids are still being held for too long in too terrible of conditions – it’s unsanitary and freezing, there are no beds. How vulnerable and miserable these teens must feel. Solutions cannot be found quickly enough. Biden is also vulnerable in this situation. The pandemic has made us all feel vulnerable and miserable at times. Solutions to our problems can’t come quickly enough, either. While vulnerability seems like a sorry state, I take comfort in the writings by Brene Brown about shame and vulnerability. To be vulnerable takes courage. Our tough-it-up American values cause most of us to shun that uncomfortable zone, avoid it as much as we can. Maybe no one wants to be vulnerable, but to…