Our mortal journey is fraught with thorny places that prickle as we pass. At times, we are the prickled. At times, we are the balm. Let us hurry through the prickles, and be steadfast as the balm.
Today is Human Trafficking Awareness Day. If my mother were alive to learn of the atrocities these victims suffer, she would have reached out, however she could, to be the balm. WE can't leave it to others. It is our turn to be aware, to reach out, to protect, and to be the balm for someone else. It’s our turn. Be the balm.
MEMORY PROMPT: Who has been the balm for you?
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