It had been a long weekend, as they usually are. My soul was tired from reading the news, and when your soul is tired, your body follows. On Saturday, August 12th, a domestic terrorist drove his car into a crowd of people protesting the white nationalist rally happening in Charlottesville, VA. He killed a woman about my age. My small town planned an impromptu vigil against hate and bigotry and arranged for leaders of various religions to speak. I asked my husband if I should go to document the event. He looked at me and without hesitation said, "Yes, this is something people need to see." He was right.