The
morning I learn about the Dallas officer shootings, I feel despair. It seems
we can't catch a break from awful news headlines. There are more victims and more families left in the wake of tragedy. On this day's walk
I think about how hopeless I feel in the face of all of these
serious, broken situations. Then I spot some trash on the route, and
decide to pick it up. It is such a little thing, and something that
no one will notice, but it is something. It feels good to take
action. To bend down and lift up litter that doesn't belong on the
sidewalk and diminishes the beauty of my walking path.
It's a
strange and empowering thing to decide to do something that no one
will notice and that will likely need to be done again. I commit to
making the stretch of blocks I walk better looking by picking up
trash as I go. It's a secret pact between me and the universe.
This day, picking
up litter lifts my spirits and renews my faith in the power of the
smallest gestures.
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