I am crying. My throat and eyes burn. I have been reading about the boys and your work for a week or two, since finding Medium. I don’t know how I ended up in this corner of Medium at all. All of the boys stories you tell make me cry, and I want to respond in some way, and think – how can I press the green heart, as if ‘I love that story’ when I don’t love it, I hate that these atrocious awful things have happened, and to children.
I cannot express what an absolute hero I think you are for doing what you do for these boys.