It’s not your story alone that will save the world, not your desperate attempt to play universal confessor.
There are too many fissures, too many hidden doubts, to allow such a reckless undertaking. One that will fall apart before it can even begin.
Instead, shake the dust off your guilt-laden prayer rug, rend your anesthetized heart, and offer yourself up as an instrument of grace and civility worthy of those with whom you dwell, at this moment and in this place.
The soul that you brush up against may be the very one that moves the world