Do we take the high road or fight? Can we do both?
Do we have to understand "them" when they don't care to understand "us"?
Fury, horror, fear, disgust.
However, I believe—I know—I am not surrounded by haters. When I reach out & ask, I can connect. We all can.
On the plane Wednesday morning, I looked around. Everyone seemed fine. Neutral. Was I really the only one who cared?
I made chitchat with my seatmate & then took a deep breath: Are you as devastated as I am?
Well! We talked the rest of the way, in profound agreement. We bonded so quickly that we exchanged contact information (she is wonderful & I really do want to stay in touch—it wasn't a foxhole connection). I could have sat for 2 hours in despair but making a small effort made everything (a little tiny bit) better.
Love & justice will prevail. Little by little we will reach out, say no when we need to & yes when we can. Love & justice will prevail.