He stood and watched. She stood and watched. They watched as their bodies became overwhelmingly drenched from the cold and misty rain.
Rain that surprised them and others too. However, there was something hopeful about the moment: A few others were carrying umbrellas.
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um·brel·la/ˌəmˈbrelə/
a protecting force or influence.
There is power in the moment someone offers you an umbrella during heavy rain. You don’t think to hesitate as you hop under. You trust that someone to hold the umbrella steady. You trust that someone to walk with you until you’re in a safe, dry place OR until you’ve reached your own umbrella.
It is possible, ya know? To be a country without poverty. To be a country for the people. To be a country that respects skin color. It all starts with those carrying their umbrellas.
They’re not all going to look the same, our umbrellas, that is. However, in some way, we are all carrying one. Some big. Some small. But we all have them either with us or....stored away.
Ask yourself, are you holding the umbrella to be the change for someone?
by dede dunham
