Crossing Over Into the Second Half Century
Today, I am fifty-one years old. A full six years past my predetermined demise and a year into my fifth decade. What did I learn in my fifty-first year worth remembering?
Today, I am fifty-one years old. A full six years past my predetermined demise and a year into my fifth decade. What did I learn in my fifty-first year worth remembering?
...that when you spend time helping the truly broken—the ones who require more patience than seems reasonable—you walk away with two revelations: how much of yourself still works, and how vital the fragile thread of kindness is that holds people together.