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Inauguration Day

Cards in Action: I took my youngest to our local burger joint for lunch today. The mood was somber. A couple old ladies joked with the owner, asking him if he “had signed the register yet”. The family is Muslim, with no outward identifiers as such. This I had learned. We have been eating there for 20 years. Today I learned they are originally from Palestine. (I asked). I asked to borrow a pair of scissors and cut and folded my Healing Hands card. The owner thanked me quietly, and showed me where he had placed it in his tiny kitchen. A small gesture, on a day like this, for sure. And one that touched a heart in solidarity.