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The word this week is small.
For the last three months my heart has felt cold, dead, frozen, shrunken, small.
But something is changing. Spring is coming. The ice around my heart is melting. Drop by drop.
Yesterday I was working with a doctor whose conversation seems to always deteriorate into the sexual exploits of his friends and colleagues.
As he was proudly telling tales of “fishing trips” to Costa Rica that involve beautiful girls from all over the world, a gleam of envy in his eyes that his buddies get to have such exploits, I interrupted loudly. You do realize those girls from all over the world were probably sold there as sex slaves? It’s called human trafficking. He just responded with No! I don’t think so. and changed the subject. The world continues to shut its eyes.
I am the foolish shaming the “wise”. My protest is a small small drop in an unending ocean of depravity. But it is what I can do here and now. If there were millions of small drops like mine, the world could be a better, more just place to live.
So the ice around my heart continues to melt. One drop at a time. Reviving.