Waking up each morning after you’ve lost everything and still ask God “What can I still give?, Because if I stop giving, I stop living”
Meets you in the gutter of your life, where you are most ashamed, and whispers: You are still human. You are still worthy.
Keeps you tethered to life when you are sure you have nothing left.
The invisible thread that refuses to let you fall into nothingness.
The smile of someone who knows your story and doesn’t flinch.
The hand of another addict who, in their brokenness, still tells you to hold on.
The quiet knowing of people who have also been rejected and yet choose to create space for others.
Wounded people reaching across their wounds and finding that we are all bound up in the same humanity.
It is Ubuntu: I am because we are.
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