March for Our Lives in NYC

I listened to powerful speeches from survivors of gun violence as I watched tears stream down the faces next to me. The weight of loss could be felt all around. Mourning and growth. Waking up. Apathy turned into anger. You could feel the energy building as each speakers story echoed into the streets.

I feel so inspired by these young kids who are realizing their power so soon. They understand that just because they can't vote yet does not mean they can't make a difference right now. This is just the beginning.