The Brave Art of Empathy
Few people willingly enter into unrequired pain or hardship. But some brave, vulnerable souls keel in the dust and dirt and chaos and allow themselves to look into the eyes of a child, who they may never see again, and love them. Allow grimy fingers to grab their sleeves and rip at the edges of their heart, let the broken story of a mother, who has lost her child to violence, lodge in their chest. To let the heartbreak and pain of another rest on their shoulders.
These ones, these unsung heroes that carry stories of pain with them – so that the world might catch a glimpse of humanity and remember its soul – these people who carry that calling are my heroes.
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