This fall at school, i'm plagued by new concern. I've been reading about a series of violent attacks against transgender and gaitine agers. The realization is crashing down on me that my kid could suffer terribly in this world. My imagination starts to run wild with the countless ways they could feel pain. But he's got me something in my mind is shifting. No matter what our suffering, it is impermanent. All suffering does eventually end. Not every one finds comfort in feeling small and transient in the vastness of the uni but i do. It takes the pressure off. This walk with my dad is just what i need.