This Wednesday Word No. 87, found here, basically sums up the essence of what I observed these past two weekends. Amid the protests (the Women’s March and those incited because of Trump’s immigration order) — and, yes, contagious chants and witty picket signs — all across America, people of all colors and creeds united around a universal goal. This past weekend I was moved to tears watching footage of green-card holders that were detained at airports across the country being able to come home. The massive crowds erupted with cheers as if it were their own loved one who was released. The swift action to overturn the unjust action, and the lawyers who wasted no time in coming to the aid of the detainees, reminded me that there are people in their designated arenas who won’t back down under the pressure. Rather, they thrive off of it. It’s so hard to remain hopeful during these times (2017 really did come in hot!), yet when I pause and see that I’m not in the minority — a majority of Americans hold the same belief that every human being is worthy of respect — my heart is glad. These words, from Japanese writer Ryunosuke Satoro, speak volumes: Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean. We’re stronger together, friends.
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