We cried the purest cry we could. We cried for what was becoming the inevitable loss of No. We cried for ourselves. We cried for No. No has so much potential. We feared deeply and greatly because No may never see the greatness that No could become.
Then we wiped our tears. No is dying. The intervention necessary to revitalize No is going to take more than we have on our own. It’s going to take more than we have together. What it’s going to take is nothing short of a miracle, but a miracle is what we’re asking for.