April 3, 2025

Bloodshot eyes and heavy dreams about being at my kids’ school and seeing them sitting in class. An older and larger kid was recruiting people to help him lift a boy in a wheelchair, while the boy remained in his chair, up high enough for the boy to touch the wall above the lockers. Maybe because he normally could not and encouraged, enabled and celebrated the boy in the wheelchair. I grabbed half and suffered the scolding of the principal who prioritized safety or “the rules.” I guess humanity is greater than safety for some of us and my greater sense of goodness compelled me to act. Just a dream, probably reflecting my heart’s protests against institutionalism.