At the top of every mountain you will find the same thing. Grains. Little specks. Dots. Oh the stone is there. It’s compressed specks. Specks that were married by heat and pressure. You are like this, too. But what I want you to understand is this: true greatness comes from lifting the tiny, the small, the silenced, the ignored, the injured, the bereft, the lost, and the discarded. At the top of every mountain you find specks. The tiny have been lifted. Lifted high. Together. To gather… together.