More Heart, Less Attack
Jessica Zambrano
“Be the light in the cracks
Be the one that’s mending the camel’s back
Slow to anger and quick to laugh
Be more heart and less attack”
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walking up Brook Street, back toward campus. I
could feel the warmth of the mid-May sun on my
face, smiling as each new lyric rolled through my
head.
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couldn’t remember the name or the words, just the
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day of the year. The most beautiful day, the same
feeling as a week prior. Campus was buzzing with
the return of recent graduates and in anticipation
of Commencement. It was the kind of warm summer night you spent with friends laughing, eating,
and watching movies until way too late. I remember
feeling overwhelmed with joy, peace, and love. God’s
perfection.
I woke up expecting May 26 to be the same. But
then the phone calls came in. The emails, too. I
didn’t check them until my friend Gianna turned
to me with this look of horror, only saying, “Jessie,”
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