One of the little things I started doing since becoming a mom is replacing each “he” in a children’s story with “she.” It’s a small thing – but for that moment, it makes me feel just a little bit in control of the bias that my son is growing up around.
Hearing her explain how she was staring at death’s door was sobering for the room. How do you face your own mortality? How do you even continue? Well, depending on where you fall on that bell curve, you will either fight or resign.
Someone held open the door for each of us, and we can crack it open wider. Boost up those who have historically not had access to power. Defend against those who will try to tear progress down. Play your part and leave your mark.