At a rally a little girl held a sign that ask a powerful question; “What will you be able to tell your grandkids you did to save their future?”
Before joining this march, I wouldn’t have had much to say. Only excuses that began with. . . I didn’t know. . . “I didn’t know how bad it was.” “I didn’t know how little time we had.” “I didn’t know what to do.”
Now, I will tell them, “I MARCHED.” I stepped outside the familiar and comfortable to join a small group of people lending their time, energy, and convictions to nudge humanity in a better direction. Asking ourselves and others to do the hard work of forever changing how we relate to each other and our planet. No small task—a fool’s errand to most.
I will tell them, “I was a fool for your future.” I did the unreasonable, demanded the unimagined and held fast with a group of people who believe in the impossible. I MARCHED with a family of strangers willing to embody Margaret Mead’s quote, “Never doubt that a small group of committed citizens can change the world, for indeed it is the only thing that ever has.”