What I heard in Joe Biden’s voicemail to his son
These words were spoken in love and broadcast in an attempt to project shame.
Author: Chad Moses
These words were spoken in love and broadcast in an attempt to project shame.
Try as I might, I’ve found myself utterly unable to push the world back into a proper tilt, or pull it more quickly through these darker, colder months.
It is our hope that the effects of the night will be felt for quite some time.
Time doesn’t tell you about the late-night phone calls answered, the grocery store runs when the razors were returned to the shelf, or the first time I decided to walk out the door wearing shorts.
These walls can, should, and will come down. We will build tomorrow together.
All hearts are connected. I believe those words, but when I typed them, I sighed. Simply put: Caring takes effort, and that effort can be taxing.
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We received thanks from people who said that at some point we had said something, or listened to something, or hugged someone at just the right time. Their smiles are nostalgic and expectant—filled with faith that now we can do what we do in new places.
I’ve stared at blank pages and screens for days. I’ve felt immobile and muted. I knew that if I wanted to write honestly I would have to get back to training. I had hopes that, by running, my lungs would gain the strength to carry my voice still muffled by that depression.
There is a power we hold and a purpose we serve simply by showing up for one another.
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