rebelling against low expectations
To the forgotten ones. The lost ones. The ones in the back of the room. The ones faking a laugh at an inside joke they don’t get. The ones left behind. The ones not invited. I see you. To the ones who have to speak up, or they won’t be heard. The ones who have to stand out, or they won’t be seen. To the ones who have to run, or they’ll be left behind. I was you. To the new ones, stepping into an...
“Stop suffering!” reads the words emblazoned across the front of a church building not too far away from my home in L.A. I can’t say I know the people who put those words up because I’ve never even stepped foot inside the building. I don’t know what denomination the church is a part of or the heart of the people attending it. I’m sure they’re good people with love and hearts even bigger than mine...
I hate cliques. I hate them so much. I hate them even more because I’ve been a part of them. It’s galling to realize you’re in one of the groups you’ve always secretly condemned – the group that stands off by itself, silently discouraging all contact. It’s not like you have to be best friends with everybody, but it’s just so incredibly easy to gravitate to the people you know, with whom you’re...
Have you ever seen a hurricane sweep in? I have; at least, I’ve seen the remnants of one sweep in. It’s quite a sight. One moment it seems to be a normal afternoon, with an overcast sky and some wind. Next moment, the world goes dark. Life can be that way too. Everything can be okay, but then the storm comes barreling in. There’s a variety in the storms. Some of them come with...
rebelling against low expectations
