Rising Strong

Today, as I was reading post after post of #metoo stories, it was easy to get overwhelmed by the pain of so many incredible people. For a moment, I got swallowed up in the darkness. My focus settled on all the evil and pain and then I remembered something important. I remembered the good!

I remembered my brothers coming to my defense when I was a teenager. I remembered my coworkers stepping in between me and customers that were treating me poorly. I remember men at church walking me to my car at night after meetings and waiting to make sure I was headed home before walking away. I remembered strangers, male and female, seeing me in bad circumstances and being a friend to me when they could have ignored my plight or abused it themselves. I remembered that I married a man that does all this and more for me and for any woman he sees in distress.

I have experienced evil and been treated as less than human. We all have, men and women alike. There is evil and we do have to confront it, but let's not lose sight of the fact that there are people all around us fighting the good fight. It's easy to let our "me too's" be the sullen voice of a victim, but instead I hope that we take our power back and let "me too" be our war cry. 
May the sound of people rising strong and full of love be deafening! As we share our stories and allow healing to take place, let's be aware of those helping and let's BE those helping!

​ “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” ― Fred Rogers