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Many students come to me to share amazing stories of success, triumphs, accomplishments. I love giving high fives to their success stories. But there are also the other ones. The stories about heartbreak or illness or difficulties in life…
A student came to talk to me at the beginning of one of our workshops. It was the kind of story that, after less than a minute, had me in tears.
There were no words of solace good enough.
There was no scripted line that I could respond with...
There was nothing to be said. Because no words could possibly diminish the pain.
I hugged my student for the longest time. It’s not always your job to provide answers.