Cost

One price I have to pay in my divorce is being without my family on days I hold sacred.
It isn’t just. It isn’t fair.
But.
I’ll use the empty day: there are souls to whom life has been horribly unfair, and I have the means and skill to serve them. 
Food, laughter, astonishment.
Maybe I’ll save a life.
Maybe it will be my own.

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