What We Can Lean From Mourning the Past

Walking across the courtyard of the small community college I had graduated from over a decade earlier, I was surprised by the feeling of my heart stuck in my throat. I was there for a day long self defense seminar mandated by my job. A job I dreaded going to each day.

I thought I would be excited to see my old stomping ground, but the feeling in my chest as we walked to the dining hall for…