Hold. My. Hand.
Let’s do this together.
Lord knows, in these days we are ready to assign the responsibility.
It’s somebody else’s.
And yet, it so. isn’t.
It’s still ours.
So, hold my hand.
Walk with me.
To your back bedroom, with the scary closet.
To your government, with the problem.
Let us not wait for somebody else to address it.
Let us, instead, hold hands and walk together.
For, always, we are stronger, together.