So many folks are fighting the good fight. They deal with heartache, frustration, disappointment, failed or strained relationships and even loss. Our culture so often forgets the downtrodden, the neglected and those that "seem just fine". But in some small, even miraculous way, these folks persist without aid or a kind word they yearn for. They fight. They keep keep on.
I suppose what I am getting at is that every person you will meet today or tomorrow has struggles that you may never know or can even begin to understand. Unintentionally, we may even hurt each other in the process of discovering those things that cause so much pain.
Above all else, be kind to each other.
An American President once said, "I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go." Lincoln probably shared the same bruised kneecaps that many of us do. I know that mine should be calloused by now.
The ability to listen, to smile and to even to cry with one another is critical. An insurmountable obstacle at times faces those that do not the good sense to realize that it cannot be surmounted. And then they do anyway.
I know that it weighs on my mind and I am sure it weighs on many others how we can be better friends, brothers and sisters to one another. Even the most imperfect word or action of support lightens that load.
And keep on fighting.