Reach out and touch someone today.
“Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand.” – Patti Smith
When I sleep I see them limping and crawling, frantic to get to where I stand. They are my sisters, my grandmother, aunts, friends, co-workers, neighbors. Their familiar faces are as weary as they are determined. I’m hurting and hunched over the edge of a well. I’m reaching and reaching and somehow it is not enough so I scream for them to hurry. Help me reach. Help. And they do. Sisters, grandmother, aunts, friends, co-workers, neighbors. Soon we are all casting hands into the darkness.
There is no sight more tragic or gorgeous than the hurt helping the hurting. Tragic because surely there are a stronger few who could swoop in. Surely it would be easier for them to lend their healthy hands. But gorgeous, gorgeous in its selflessness. In those days and…
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