It’s with people where you found it.
When you heard their voice,
fiery anger, heavy sadness, spring-like bliss,
when you listened to their story of hundreds of thousands of agonizing minutes,
their regrets and jokes of the past, the joy of what is now, and hopeful of the future,
that’s where you found it.
You gotta go back to it. Find a way if you cannot see it. Remember the honor of purpose of work.
Remember the past. Do not look away. Remember. Own it. Carry it.
We’ve got work to do.
4.20.2025





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