A Hero for Our Times

It was Friday morning, I was in bed, and according to my phone, the world was coming to an end. I pulled the covers up under my neck, and I scrolled.

I scrolled and I scrolled and I scrolled, every image another shovelful of dirt in the grave of my soul: Marines on the streets of Los Angeles, parents separated from their children by masked officers, a military parade in honor of a president who dodged the draft.

And now, Israel at war with Iran.

I scrolled and I scrolled and I scrolled.

Some times I read the same reports on multiple sites.

Some sites I reloaded and reloaded, just to get the latest updates. I don’t know what I was scrolling for. Hope? An answer? An end? And then, just as I could scroll no more, I found it.

The image I needed that I didn’t know I needed: