“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
What that constable did that night in the parking lot was so small. And also earth shatteringly huge. He reached out a hand, offered me a ride. He saw me, my messy, rain-soaked clothes, my puffy, tear-stained face. He saw me and he didn’t turn away.
What might have happened if my drawing professor had suggested I speak to student counselling? Or if my landlord had called the police? Or if a doctor had looked at my bruises and handed me a flyer for a women’s shelter? Maybe nothing would have changed. Or maybe I might have realised I was worthy of help. Maybe I’d have gotten out sooner. Small gestures can change the course of another’s life.
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