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Events in Manchester make me think that the world is going to hell in a handbasket. Who the fuck walks into a concert attended mostly by kids, with a nail bomb? How warped is a person, a movement, that thinks this is acceptable? It just makes me want to give up on humanity, until I remember something that Mr. Rogers once said. "Whenever something bad happens, look for the helpers."
So I look for the helpers in Manchester.
And they're there.
I look for the helpers, and hear about long lines at local hospitals, donating blood.
I look for the helpers, and see people bringing the police tea and sandwiches.
I see the helpers and I feel like maybe the world isn't so fucked up after all.
So I look for the helpers in Manchester.
And they're there.
I look for the helpers, and hear about long lines at local hospitals, donating blood.
I look for the helpers, and see people bringing the police tea and sandwiches.
I see the helpers and I feel like maybe the world isn't so fucked up after all.
