To Change The World All You Have To Do Is Try

She was never good at walking away from people that needed her. A part

of her believed that everyone, every soul, was worth saving. She always got sad

when she failed, and her mother would sit with her and softly brush her hair.

“You can’t save them all,” her mother would say with a gentle sigh.

“No, I can’t,” she sobbed.

“But, I can try,” she cried. “I must always try.”

Here’s to the ones we can’t save.