When things get really intense in the world, sometimes our first instincts surge - and they're scary. They're the part of us that battens down the hatches against empathy because there's *surviving* to do. We will group up, look for signs of the enemy everywhere, and say and do and advocate for things we usually wouldn't.
It takes work, every single day, to rise above the worst in our group species.
And humility, to remember that we all have to. None of us is entirely immune.
Most days, I feel lucky if I can imagine him feeling "so-so". 🙃