Outside our feeds

February 8, 2017

We made faces at each other through our child fingers, slouched as teenagers on our parents’ couches, made questionable young-adult decisions after seven too many beers, and grew into the people who should have noticed this was coming.

There were signs nailed to telephone poles, stories whispered on radio stations we never dialed in, sad-eyed people who would have told us if we had only stopped to listen.

Is it too late? Maybe. But in the meantime, we can put hands to the backs of those who needed our support long ago. We can listen outside our feeds.

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