I’ve seen how one kind gesture can shift a day. How one heartfelt story can soften a hardening heart. How one’s grace can echo for generations.

Growth isn’t always loud. Sometimes it whispers. It shows up in the way I choose to begin again. In the projects I pursue. In the intentions I set. Each adds meaning and value to the lives of others and my own.

There is a place I call my own: Kriss Court. It is not just a corner room-it’s a sanctuary. A quite spot where I read, write, meditate, listen to music, and chat on the phone with special people. It’s where I cry, laugh, and create. A place to center and ground myself when things go awry.

Some days, we wonder who we are. We question our worth, our impact, our place in the world. It’s subtle, but it zaps our energy. We move through the day carrying invisible weight-the weight of not knowing if we matter.