L E F T O V E R S // On days when I feel like the crumbs of bread fallen from clumsy morning hands, when I feel half-eaten, when I feel discarded, no better than garbage. On those days, I will remember I am not alone. We are not forgotten, we are not alone, we are not the worthless leftover crumbs of people who carelessly dusted us off. If our purpose is to become food for starving birds, we are not worthless! For it is only us who can feed those birds, who can save those lives. The leftovers; seek purpose despite what you believe, for so often we cannot see past our own predicament, we cannot see how our struggle will be someone’s blessing.