On this sixteenth day of December, I find myself struggling to find the goodness and light in the wake of the attack on a school in Pakistan that left at least 146 people, mostly children, dead. This recent act of violence has left me speechless, and my heart breaks for all involved and for our world at large. I cling to the belief that there is light, even in the darkest hours. Thanks to one of the former guests at the day shelter for homeless men where I work, I saw the light and felt the love today.
Otis had been homeless most of his adult life, and at age sixty-five, life on the streets had taken its toll on him. Last March, he was hit by a car and spent three months in a rehabilitation center. Fortunately, Otis’ story has a happy ending, as he entered one…
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