A wise man said, "what you permit, you promote." So I've been thinking that I can't tolerate such casual use of a word that causes so much suffering. It gets better when we make it better. When we're not afraid to go from comfortable allies to comrades in the trenches. From the ones who nod our heads to the ones who lead the charge. What does it mean to raise stronger children? And what kind of world do you want to live in? It gets better when we make it better. Will we make it better? And it's almost like I'm still sitting there. Never knowing the right words to say. But you should know, M.A., that I'm sorry. And even though you can't see me I'm behind you.