My mom was a child during WWII and ended up being a refugee when the Soviets invaded Finland. She was surrounded by death and hunger.
My dad lived through the Great Depression as a child and faced dust bowls and hunger.
We who have lived in post WWII US have lived through the greatest period of peace and prosperity in history.
We have never been guaranteed utopia. Itโs our turn to live through difficult times. Letโs do so with grace and integrity.
In 2016, I spent half the day at work crying in the bathroom. Today, I felt a terrible resignation. It just feels like nothing will ever be the same again.
At some point Iโll begin to understand what I need to do, but right now, Iโm just trying to process.