My sister just turned 26. Below is the birthday card that I wrote for her (shared with permission!).
At the end of the card, I offer this wish:
Let that little light of yours shine.
Keep your loves in order.
And don’t apologize to anyone about it.
When I write, I am often writing to/for myself as much as anyone else. So this wish is not only . . .
There is a runaway trolley barreling down the railway tracks. Ahead, on the tracks, there are five people tied up and unable to move. The trolley is headed straight for them. You are standing some distance off in the train yard, next to a lever. If you pull this lever, the trolley will switch to a different set of tracks. However, you notice . . .