It is the beginning of another year. 2020 was hard, amazing, introspective, confining, terrible, and beautiful. I am very fortunate to have a job, a comfortable place to live, security, health, support. Of course, all of those things could change. The future is unwritten. There has been so much suffering. And so much giving. Acts of kindness. Also brutality. How much longer will people who have been downtrodden be able to persevere? When will the gross inequity of our society change? These are questions that need to be answered. What should my role be in all of this? I can donate money, food, clothing, supplies. When I see someone suffering, I can reach out and be a friend. I can pray, in my own way, to something bigger than me. Thoughts?