Utah

I left Atlanta to attend my nephew's wedding. 

I told him that he needed a picture with his aunts. 


My brother asked for a picture. He has made a lot of choices that have created distance from the rest of us. But we can take a picture. 


On the plane there was an issue with the guy on our row of seats. I was watching both Mama Mia movies but looked up and this guy was crying. I asked if he was okay and needed a tissue. He did and dug one out of my bag and the other guy in our row and I started talking to him. I realized that he was 10 year old in a 37 year old body. We calmed him down and other than speaking too loud everything was fine. 

When I was in the airport someone called me a hero. I didn't feel like a hero. I mean, let's face it, when we fall apart in public, we all need the same thing:
a tissue
someone to listen to us 
and kind words. 

Jesus said love everyone...
Kindness begins with me...
Utah was on fire....

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