Somebody greeted me and held their hand out. I shook it, because it was the right thing to do, looking the man in the eye.

“You’ve got a grip, you’ve got eye contact. You’re gonna go far kid.”

“I don’t think so,” I say calmly. He smiles.

“I’ve never met anyone as persistent as you and as dedicated. What makes you most endearing is your want to change. We all see you fighting it everyday and you never let your plateau control you.”

I went to the elementary school today to drop some papers off and the principal calls me in.

“I’ve never met a person more persistent, you’re going to go far in life.”


It’s been about two years since I last posted about a loss. In my profession it’s a common topic. We talk about it lighter than we need to but the seriousness is still there.

Its harder when the loss isn’t someone who wears the same clothes as you but they carry the same blood. You can’t comfort them because you don’t know them. You don’t know their relationship.

I want to be a lightbringer again. I want to be the hopeful that can and will protect. But I need to find and protect me first.