Standing there in that warm room, with groceries on the counter, kids on the floor, and neighbors finally looking at each other instead of away, I understood something I hadn’t before.
Doing the right thing doesn’t always feel good when you do it.
Sometimes it feels awful.
Sometimes people hate you for it.
Sometimes they look at you like you stole something from them, and in a way, maybe you did. Pride. Privacy. The story they were trying to tell themselves about how bad things really were.
But sometimes the thing you interrupt is the lie that’s killing them.
Doing the right thing doesn’t always feel good when you do it.
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