A little reaching out to someone shows just how alike us they are. They cut and they bleed just like us and the blood remains red just like ours. A difference on the outside doesn’t mean we’re different on the inside too.
Hug someone different today ( with their permission) and see how alike we are.
[9/11 Memorial Museum Dedication Week]
She was beautiful.
Dressed in a fashionable ensemble, a dusty rose hijab with black piping covering her hair, she stood hesitant, alone, lost.
I asked how I could help. Her voice quiet, reserved, she told me her son was not quite 19 years old when he was called to the towers on 9/11 as a first responder.
No, this 18-year-old young man did not die that day, at least not in the physical sense. Instead, what he saw that day brought him to a place for the living dead – into the world of addiction. Her son was living and breathing, but for 8 long years, they lost him to the downward spiral that was the world of drugs.
But they never gave up on him.
And now he was on his feet, clean and sober, struggling to view the world with clear and steady…
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