Did you know that a butterfly can have 70% of its wings damaged and still fly? Even that broken it can flit and fly and soar on the breeze. Now that is my spirit animal — or bug, whatever. I looked at myself in the bathroom vanity and I barely recognized myself. My eyes weren’t blue anymore, but gray.…
My first memory of having real compassion came early in my life. A time when walking into the Long John Silvers, at age eight, was a thrilling experience. Not because of the smell of fish and french fries frying in vats of grease, or the staff members in their pirate uniforms. Not even because of…