Heartbreaking, theses lives around us. These people are telling their story and the way you weave them together is beautiful. I am seeing all the ways lists can be worked into essay form from the “Habit” page examples and links.
Life is tragedy and loss. Nothing will ever change this, yet humanity endures and often rises above circumstance. For me, this is where faith in Jesus Christ comes into play. My “bootstraps” start with the first sentence of the Gospel of John: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God… and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. Amen!
I wrote a book, “Strapped,” that points out the term “bootstrapping” used to mean “impossible task.” If you want an electronic copy, hit me up and I’ll send it to you via Bookfunnel.
Immediately made me think of that asswipe McConnell saying “they’ll get over it.” So checked out. So clueless. So friggin entitled. THIS is the truth - what you write here. When did we lose the humanity? The compassion? Feels like a stupid question. 💔🇺🇸
Thank you for this. I have to remind myself not to look away. I remember having a conversation with a student when I was teaching Middle School. He was distracted, volatile. I remember going to speak privately with him for a little bit to find out what was going on. He lived with his dad who had just been arrested, and I was sitting there forcing him to write and expository essay. He cried talking to me. All I can think of is that we have to find the energy and intuition to create safe spaces for kids who live in a crazy world that doesn't take care of them, or show them how to function as adults.
Same folks who have no compassion when a mother is detained after her legal immigration appointment and separated from her kids because she should have “done it the right way” even though she was. This one hurt in all the right ways and I only wish the people who have hardened would
So poignant to be reminded that we have no idea of what our brothers and sisters are going through. I am reminded of a quote by someone smarter than me: "Be nice to people. You may be the only one who smiles at them all day."
I’ve been picking my bootstraps up for 74 years. I’m f##ing tired but tie them tighter daily. There will be light .
Heartbreaking, theses lives around us. These people are telling their story and the way you weave them together is beautiful. I am seeing all the ways lists can be worked into essay form from the “Habit” page examples and links.
Reading this, I'm thinking of all the lives that are never captured in words. Beautiful,in 2020 and now.
All of this, Paul. Thank you.
Wow that must’ve been a lot to process and understand. More energy than you even knew you needed or had.
Life is tragedy and loss. Nothing will ever change this, yet humanity endures and often rises above circumstance. For me, this is where faith in Jesus Christ comes into play. My “bootstraps” start with the first sentence of the Gospel of John: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God… and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. Amen!
I wrote a book, “Strapped,” that points out the term “bootstrapping” used to mean “impossible task.” If you want an electronic copy, hit me up and I’ll send it to you via Bookfunnel.
Yes! It is literally, physically impossible to do. I’d love to look at it
Send me your email and I’ll shoot you a “review” copy.
We are all in this together, and seeing it any other way is missing something. Thank you for putting it into words for us.
Immediately made me think of that asswipe McConnell saying “they’ll get over it.” So checked out. So clueless. So friggin entitled. THIS is the truth - what you write here. When did we lose the humanity? The compassion? Feels like a stupid question. 💔🇺🇸
I want to like like like like like this comment.
Aw. Thanks. It felt good to write!
And sometimes people don’t have any bootstraps.
DAMN. THIS ONE HURTS.
Thank you for this. I have to remind myself not to look away. I remember having a conversation with a student when I was teaching Middle School. He was distracted, volatile. I remember going to speak privately with him for a little bit to find out what was going on. He lived with his dad who had just been arrested, and I was sitting there forcing him to write and expository essay. He cried talking to me. All I can think of is that we have to find the energy and intuition to create safe spaces for kids who live in a crazy world that doesn't take care of them, or show them how to function as adults.
Same folks who have no compassion when a mother is detained after her legal immigration appointment and separated from her kids because she should have “done it the right way” even though she was. This one hurt in all the right ways and I only wish the people who have hardened would
read it - and soften. Alas.
So poignant to be reminded that we have no idea of what our brothers and sisters are going through. I am reminded of a quote by someone smarter than me: "Be nice to people. You may be the only one who smiles at them all day."
Thank you. Just thank you.