The bell at the bridge is small.
It doesn’t change the weather.
But it changes what we do beneath it.
We can argue about storms or we can prepare to meet them.
We can freeze or we can learn.
We can step forward, we can call for help, we can keep each other here.
When the next cloudburst comes, I hope you hear a bell.
I hope it sounds like your own voice saying, “Act now.”
And I hope someone like Red is already moving toward you, because now, maybe, you’re already moving toward them.
And if you ever ask me what gratitude looks like, I’ll show you a drawing of a bridge and a bell and two figures leaning toward each other.
I’ll tell you it looked like a rainy Saturday, a quiet diner, a hall full of counting voices.
I’ll tell you it sounds like a small silver chime that asks only this: be the one who helps.
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