Everyone should take fifteen minutes out of their day today and listen to the 911 call from the attempted school shooting in Atlanta yesterday. Antoinette Tuff, a woman who works at the front desk of the school, talked the gunman down. She told him about her own struggles, praised him for doing the right thing and surrendering, and told him she loved him.
If the world needs proof that talking it out is the best way to get through to anyone, regardless of whether it’s a friend, family member, or a man off his meds like Michael Hill was - well, this is it.
Listen to the tape. This is what heroes sound like.
I don’t know why, but I thought about this poem a lot today.
It could be because my Dad came all the way from Seattle to Washington D.C. this weekend just to help me get set in my new apartment. He drove us around, waited patiently as we battled our way through Ikea, and insisted on filling our wine at Costco. Oh, and he also built approximately 17 pieces of Ikea furniture, and he smiled the entire time.
It could be because my Mom got back from an amazing adventure in the wilderness last night and because it was so good to hear her voice. I hadn’t realized how many little things I had saved up to tell her over the past few weeks of no phone contact!
It could be because when I told my boyfriend that I had an early breakfast meeting on the first day of law school (…I know), he responded, “Well, if I can’t make you breakfast, then what can I cook for dinner?”
It might be because I baked this cake tonight and had a lovely evening with a good friend, someone whom I’m so happy is in D.C. with me.
It might be because of the girl who I smiled at in the gym in my apartment building. Turns out she’s my new next door neighbor, and I’m so glad I introduced myself.
It might be because I’m just aware in so many ways of how kind people can be, today, and every day.