Today, watching the generations learning and laughing at the Community Center, I think of my grandfather and my mother. Remembering that every injustice can be the seed of something great, I feel a quiet gratitude for the pain that taught me to act with intelligence, ethics, and compassion.
And as Hazel runs through the garden, I smile and remember: true power isn’t measured by what you destroy, but by what you build.
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