When goodness needs help

I am livid.

Anger, instead of my heart, is what pumped the blood through my body.

It’s because my heart broke as I read and watched¬†(warning, there’s a lot of language)¬†accounts of the events that have transpired in and because of Charlottesville these last few days.

Maybe you feel the same anger, too.

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