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The Others

the man

Remembering the man

whose need was greater than any I’d ever seen. The one whose eyes mine were not brave enough to meet.
Remembering how I walked past, not for lack of sympathy but for doubt in my ability to do any real good.
Remembering the realization (far after the fact)-- His invitation (my calling): not to cure, or to solve, but (then, today) to pause, to meet eyes, to share what little I do have.

room?

letter to a colleague