We can’t help everyone.
I know that. I hear it all the time – from my colleagues, my friends, my family. From the news, from strangers, from politicians. From the world.
We can’t fix those who don’t want to be fixed, can’t change those who don’t want to change, can’t help those who don’t want to be helped.
Fine. But when did they make those choices? When did a twelve year old decide that he was going to do what he wanted to do, damn the consequences?
Because I don’t think anyone ever decides that. I just don’t think they know anything different.
If you’ve never seen another option, never been corrected, never had your choices questioned…how do you know that anything else exists?
We can’t help everyone, they say. Isn’t that an excuse for why we hardly help anyone?