Sometimes all it takes is the brief glimpse of recognition in another’s eyes. You know the one where you see right into another’s soul and you see the place of pain and hurt and denial that they’re in. You see the stuckedness, the miredness of their lives.
It’s at those times, a split second at the most, when you can measure the distance that you’ve travelled.
Fall on your knees and be grateful for every step you’ve taken away from that place.
Then reach back and extend your hand. They may take it, they may not. You didn’t cover that distance by yourself so always be ready to reach out and help someone else along.
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