It represents hope.
Hope that the long, difficult situation we’re in will someday – maybe someday soon – come to an end.
For a locked-down world suffering through a global pandemic, there is definitely a light at the end of the tunnel.
No, it’s not a perfect light. We still have to worry about the pesky UK variant, and we have to push our elected officials to be sure the vaccine gets to all of the countries in the world, not just the rich ones. But for most of us who might be reading this right now, there is most definitely a light at the end of the tunnel.
Before we burst out into the light, it’s time to take stock of what we’ve learned during this historic and somewhat horrific year.
I already knew that BLACK LIVES MATTER, but I learned that my white privilege gives me a nonnegotiable responsibility to push for policies that provide a hand up and a path forward to every person of color in our society.
More was learned, no doubt, but I don’t want to dilute the paramount importance of this lesson:
To whom much is given, much is expected.
It is long past time for me to do more to lift up those who have not had the same rights, privileges and opportunities as I have.
To ensure there is a light at the end of the tunnel for all.