Would you defend your friend if they were being attacked and insulted? What if the one throwing the punches at us is our self?

After what I saw, I whispered to myself, "I hope he burns in hell." Is it possible to hate injustice and still love people?

How amazing is it that when I am in relationship being supported and supporting others, my brain tells me everything is OK. When I am disconnected and doing life alone, my brain tells me I am not OK and something is wrong.