I think I have always dreamed big but kept small.
Maybe it’s my age.
Maybe the suffering I’ve seen reframes my perspective.
Maybe I finally love the people outside my box more than I fear venturing from it.
Years of loving and living alongside people familar with unfathomable suffering has wrecked my worldview and carved my convictions. These friends have been my teachers and my highest hope is to honor them in the lessons they have helped me learn. Here are a few of those.
Some of the world’s biggest problems have the simplest solutions. Simple but not easy. It’s not always, we don’t know what to do. Often we don’t want to know. It can be comforting to believe the solution is way beyond our reach because it gets us off the hook.
The truth is people are dying for a friend.
Suffering is inevitable but loneliness is not.
Don’t have a dollar to donate? No problem.
Look her in the eyes.
Call her by her name.
Hold her hand.
Touch her shoulder.
Ask about her story.
Learn the names of her children.
Listen until she runs out of words.
She is your teacher, not the other way around.
Impart dignity with every interaction, no matter how small. It’ll add up.
Shared suffering is sacred space. It’s a gift to have been invited. Tread lightly, speak softly, keep your good advice but give your heart. It’ll hurt like hell, but it will raise the dead.
Through it all we become more real and more connected and sometimes somehow that’s enough.
Love is never wasted. It sometimes changes things. It always changes us.