The fire is so big and my bucket is so small. I can’t make a difference. Really?
My one voice, my single act of kindness, my vote, my little offering? In spite of the odds, do what is right. You don’t know which kind word will heal the broken heart, which little act of caring will turn the life around.
One voice can change the situation.
One life can be the catalyst to change the world.
What if that’s you, and you miss the chance?
Do it or say it because you must. It matters.
My bucket is small but I will try to keep it full and use it.