We help people when big things happen to them, when you see them getting hit by a car, when a brother or a sister or a father or a mother dies, we’re there for them because we can see that death kills more than the person it takes. And yet, the people around us who die a little all the time, moment by moment, who require the least help, the smallest sacrifice, are the ones we ignore completely.
I’m looking for a warning sign.
Day 2: I think most people would describe me as loud and outgoing. Which could be a nice compliment.
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