Like many of you, I’ve felt so crushed by the state of the world of late. From Chicago to Minneapolis, Baghdad to Paris. Syria. Colorado Springs. San Bernardino. The list feels endless. So many lives so brutally taken. So many people just searching for safety for themselves and their families. It’s times like these when my despair turns to paralysis. What do we do? What can we possibly do? Yes, I sign the petitions and call my representatives. I will hit the streets and yes, I will vote and vote and vote.
Recently, an old friend has suffered the unthinkable: the loss of her baby at just five months old. I found out through Facebook. Her courage and candor as she shares her immense grief is stunning and has made me think very differently about social media. The outpouring of love and support for her has been tremendous and heartbreaking and beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, I know that nothing will “fix” this for her; nothing will bring back her baby girl. But the countless posts and messages offering to just listen and grieve with her from friends and strangers alike is humbling. I mean, isn’t this why we’re here? To connect? To genuinely connect with each other? To listen and love in these tiny spaces that, when combined, may add up to something much larger?