Bad Mammalamma

You’re Our Only Hope

I heart first responders, and here’s why: despite my sunny disposition and generally optimistic outlook (stop laughing, people who know me), I harbour deep within my darkest heart a terribly pessimistic attitude about my species. I think we’re exceptionally good at finding ways to kill each other, and not much else. And yet… in times of despair, in the midst of non-stop worldwide media coverage of ruin, when it seems every day must be the end of days, when hands reach up from the rubble with no hope of rescue — hands reach down. Human beings run toward and not away. And they do it again and again. Every day, for strangers, for no other reason than it’s the right thing to do. And I think we might make it after all. So when no other words are possible: thank you, all of you.

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