Come with me, he said. I have something to show you. I followed him to the top of a mountain overlooking the city. Buildings were lit, cars were racing down highways, people were working, eating, living. But that wasn't what we saw. We were looking past the material and knowing the world for what it was. We had eyes to see. He asked me, What are you thinking? I said, They are way too messed up.
Yes, they are too messed up. But too messed up for what? For hope? For a second chance? No. Too messed up to do it on their own.
I want you to be a voice for the voiceless. I want you to speak for those who can't, and for the ones that try but are never heard. It's not about you. I know it's easy to get caught up in it, but you have to believe that as you help me take care of my work, I will be taking care of you. It's what you've always cared about. Justice. And for good reason. Don't compare yourself to others. I'm asking them to be a part of other things.
REMEMBER.
I am at work reconciling the world to myself. I'm asking you to join me. With no more concern for what others are or are not doing, I'm asking you to help me reconcile the world. This is purpose. This is what makes life so important. Work with me.
You tell their stories. You show their beautiful faces to the world. You approach corporate, industrial America and you make them pay attention.
And then he smiled, held out his hand to me and said, Come on. Let's go.