Music, my church, stories, serving the refugees in our city, being single...the words of the songs make me stop and I recognize I need to stop making excuses and move toward a purpose, make a decision to stand for something. Something about a memory from childhood, my brother and I were at church I might have been 7 and he was 4 and I had these heeled shoes on and he was following me and I remember being so mad at him because of that and then stomping on his toes with my heel, over and over. When I think about it now 35 years later I am heart broken at the lack of love I showed my little brother and that bleeds into seeing others being mean and uncaring to anyone.
The funny thing is my brother does not remember this so it is my pain that can't be rectified, it's crazy maybe even ridiculous how painful this memory is but it has become my reason for change and I desperately want to love others. I can't stand the thought of people being left out because they don't fit in or are different.

2 things really, one is to always say Hi no matter what the person's expression is. There is a security guard at work who never smiles and I say hi to him every day and he rarely responds but I keep saying hi...what is going through his head? I'll let you know when I find out. And then a bolder step, get in my car and drive to the city and just sit on the side walk and talk to whomever will talk.