If you haven’t read my post about Roger, you can do so here. Roger has been on my mind a lot since the interchange we had with him. One of the questions I ask myself is: why did he feel safe and compelled to share his life tragedies with us, total strangers, while sitting in a waiting room at the optometrist’s office? Here’s where my thinking has taken me.
Great thoughts and well said. Thank you. And thanks for the shoutout.
Very wise words Krysta! It's a reminder that we are all healers when we open up that space to see and accept another right where they are.