To that person: You question for the second time where my heart is, if it belongs here. If I am effective in helping these people. why? because I don't flaunt it out in the open? Because I don't parade it around that I stopped that person from leaving and ultimately leading themselves to their own death. Because you hate the fact that I don't conform to your own rules? Because I refuse to wear a tie and collared shirt to the meetings? Because I know how to reach out? Because I can feel their pain? You question where my heart is, I question your place in this world. Your dream is that people will know your name and title.
I dream that the world will know the names of the people I have touched. When I look at the people I am surrounded by, I see them turning into amazing people that go further than I do, that move away from me and touch many more people than I could in a positive way, that go out and do more amazing things then me. I want the world to know them.
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