Each Sunday, I’m working my way through my experiences with race. I’ll share stories and memories from throughout my life. I know I’ll encounter moments of growth that I wish I could relive. I’ll also have to think back on choices that I wish I could remake. Come join me each week.
All the world is a very narrow bridge*
between the world as I know it
and the one too many others live
between power of identity
and the insistent tug of justice
between guilt for sins of fathers and mothers
and the compelling urge to act, to do
between apologies for who I am, what I represent
and the abiding sense of right and wrong
between my moral compass
and true north, shifting beneath my feet
between the self I am
and the one this world needs me to be
the important part is not to be afraid
*Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
I feel this bridge is more walking a fence, or the tightrope mentioned n the picture, between what is and what could/should be.
Absolutely. So much of life is that delicate walk…