Good people get out of bed every day and face the day with courage and peace and kindness. Because if we do anything else, it means hate wins.
Let us rise and stand tall and proud, wrap grief for a stricken world around us like a shawl. Blend it with anger and peaceful defiance against those that would harm us to prove their self-importance. Chin high. Leaving a trail of kindness behind us like drops of water from a swimmer.
Wrap that shawl around proud strong shoulders. Shoulders that hold babies and support crying faces and stand tall and proud. Shoulders that never stoop to hate, no matter how heavy the burden becomes.
Be proud to be kind. More proud than a killer of children can ever be.
I grieve with Manchester. I defy terrorism and hatred, bigotry and misogyny, religious zealotry, wherever I find it...and I seem to find it everywhere now. I will not be cowed by self-importance and judgment. I will never stop defying those who hate by loving those who are kind.