When the woman reached out to hug me just before I got to the door, she whispered and I barely heard it through what was leaking down her cheeks, “I don’t know how I’m going to live through what I am going through right now.” How do you keep taking just one step after another — when just you want to be on a whole other road? She pulled back and looked me in the eye: “Maybe it’s — I just don’t know how — to live through what I just really don’t want to have to go through?...
