More Than We Can Tell (Letters to the Lost #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

I know I build walls around myself, but I’ve never met someone whose own walls seemed equally impenetrable.

He catches me. He holds on. Because he’s not my father. He’s my dad.

We all push sometimes, just to make sure someone is on the other side, pushing back.”

“Sometimes events are set in motion from so far away that it’s almost impossible to draw connections until well after the fact—and then, where was the test? At the beginning? In the middle? All along? Then we’re back to thinking all of life is a test. And maybe it is. But if someone is raised with a different belief system, can they be judged by ours? How is that a fair test? We can only do the best we can with what we’re given.”

He says the Internet makes too many people loud, and too many people silent, but the loud people are all we hear. We have to ask questions to hear the silent people.”

You spend so much time worrying about what you’re supposed to do. This is about what you want to do.

‘The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.’