Depressing factor

My job working with the homeless and poor has a risk factor threat level of red that something each day will depress the living gumdrops out of me.
Today found out a potential client I had contacted a while back lives right behind me. That’s cool.
Her newborn baby died at 3 weeks old. That’s depressing. That sucks. That is her reality.

Going to hug my baby

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