Protect, reignite Soul log. Hands prayerfully held, she bowed.

It was surprising. My answer was not what she had asked. Sitting in the grocery store parking lot about to pick up a few items. She a paraMedic, or EMT, it turns out.
She approached with the usual sort of pleasantries, didn't I see you back in such and such a town?
Ma'am, where I live is where we are murdering masses of children down on the southern border. I honestly have no idea what towns I've been through.
Instantly her hands were clasped in prayer and she bowed. Many of us are so appreciative of what you were trying to do, she said. Our conversation continued along these lines.
As long as someone tries there is hope, she said.

Ma'am, I'll tell you something I've learned And I told her how at Standing Rock, facing five years in prison if I stayed, which I did, is when I learned the lesson that I did not need hope, because I had lost it all, and still found that I was drawn forward to try and do good for the joy of it.
 She not only received it well but indicated that that was a message that she needed to hear.