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18d • 🔥 Burn Bright, Not Out
I am having a really hard time finding words today.
I am not proud to be an American right now. Writing that makes my throat tighten, but pretending otherwise feels dishonest.
An educator in Minnesota shared a message with me this morning that I cannot shake. He witnessed students having their parents taken away. At school. Inside buildings that are supposed to be safe. Places built on trust, routine, and care. That safety is gone for too many families.
His superintendent described this moment like a blizzard. "When blizzards hit Minnesota farms, families would tie a rope from the house to the barn so they could find their way back when visibility disappeared. The rope was survival."
Right now, many students and educators do not feel like they have a rope.
Fear is no longer something outside the school walls. It is walking the hallways. Sitting in classrooms. Living inside the bodies of children who are supposed to be learning spelling words and math facts, not wondering if they will see their parents again.
Educators are being asked to hold all of this. To teach. To comfort. To create normalcy while the ground underneath them keeps shifting. Schools in Minnesota are not even safe anymore, and that sentence alone should stop us cold.
I cannot fix what is broken in this country. I cannot undo violence, stop families from being torn apart, or correct lies that are told and never repaired. What I can do is act where I have agency.
Today, I am sending 200 mental health journals to educators in Minnesota. I wish they could arrive instantly. They will take time. But they are going with care, respect, and deep gratitude for the people who keep showing up anyway.
This is about humanity. About refusing to look away. About saying this is not okay. About standing with educators who are being asked to be the rope in a storm they did not create.
This educator thanked me for being part of that rope.
If you are an educator in Minnesota, thank you for being a safe place when so much feels unsafe.
If you are a parent or caregiver in Minnesota, I see your fear and your heartbreak.
If you are grieving what this country is becoming, you are not alone.
I am angry. I am heartbroken. And I am still choosing to believe in people who show up with care when systems fail. I am speaking up, even though it is uncomfortable.
The rope still exists.
And it is being held by ordinary people, quietly refusing to let one another disappear. 💛
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I am having a really hard time finding words today.
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