Sometimes rescue comes to you. It just shows up, and you do

Image, Sometimes rescue comes to you. It just shows up, and you do

Sometimes rescue comes to you. It just shows up, and you do nothing. Maybe you deserve it, maybe you don’t. But be ready, when it comes, to decide if you will take the outstretched hand and let it pull you ashore.

—Sara Zarr

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