Hurricanes and holocausts – storms personal and political and atmospheric – in the aftermath of Harvey and Irma – and on this anniversary of 9/11, I try to remember that walking hand-in-hand with devastation and loss and fear, forever dancing with betrayal and treason and cruelty, are kindness and caring and grace and heroism. Bold-face atrocities and injustices arise once again, as they have throughout time, to remind us of who we are, who we might become – and who we must never be. Heroic opportunities, large and small, are born in times like these for each of us. Yes, we mourn our losses – and fear the challenges that lie ahead – but never forget how breathtaking it is, and has always been, to witness people stepping into their better selves for the well-being of others. While it is easy to become fixated on the problem of darkness in all its incarnations, while it is easy to lose hope – remember that the miracle has been, and will be, in our response to it – we rise up – together. I Am. You Are. We Are. Mighty. Onward!