When I was 2 or 3 I enjoyed stacking blocks and my brother enjoyed knocking them down. I learned, at that young age, how to rebuild. In my teens I allowed my desire for acceptance to leave me vulnerable to rejection. When my ego was crushed by disappointment, I learned how to rebuild my self confidence.
Each day I am provided with news that tells the story of something or someone(or community) that has been knocked down and stands at the edge of their choice to rebuild.
Today I recognize Orlando, Florida where a terrible massacre occurred yesterday in the early morning. The parents, sisters, brothers, friends and neighbors touched by death and injury will have to learn to rebuild their trust that the world is still safe. In the larger community, an awareness and tolerance for our differences as human beings must begin to rebuild and strengthen.
Rebuild. We do it every day, in some way.