We were sitting in a restaurant after delivering a four month project to the police department. We were in an emotional state mixed with the joy of release of a burden and resentment for the loss of focus for four months dealing with this intrusion.
Out of nowhere a pleasant older woman approached my wife and leaned into her, saying, “I want you to know you are appreciated and loved.” Needless to say, there was some tearing up. What a wonderful thing to do. Did she sense my wife’s emotional state? Or was Trump’s world impinging on her to such a degree that she felt pressed to acknowledge the value of someone who she knew was under the gun, despised by a large segment of our population? We just accepted her gesture gratefully.