Yesterday, I discovered the depths to which it is possible to be hurt by the actions of someone else. Enough, as it turns out, to have made me cry so hard my nose bled. While in time I will allow the circumstances to fade away, the fact that we humans have the capacity to inflict such pain on each other remains. My soggy Kleenex offered up a bit of hope, though. There, among tear stains and splotches of blood, a perfect little red heart.
A reminder, of sorts.
About love, kindness, compassion, tolerance, those sorts of qualities. I believe in them. With all of my heart.