I know that terrible things happen in the world. Every. Day.
And I know that I spend much of my life in my little bubble.
And every so often, it bursts.
Like last night, getting those first reports of the attack in Manchester.
It’s just so awful. And hard to understand how or why someone can be so broken and so evil that they would decide to do this.
With all the evil around, sometimes you just want to give up. (I do, anyway.)
But I guess the key is to look for those bright lights.
The people who come together. The people who continue to love. The helpers.