A Light?

Sometimes a light shines through my sister's xenophobia. We're both Pisces, but she's my very opposite - super-aggressive (but occasionally super-sensitive) Straight Woman to my super-sensitive (but occasionally super-aggressive) Gay Man. Rachel calls me yesterday and we're chitchatting about little stuff - one minute she's mad that her admin isn't jumping to her every command, the next minute she's cursing out the 7-Eleven guy, the next she's cursing out her Muslim boyfriend. I'm not relating to any of it. If she didn't have Sarah bringing some happiness into her life, I'd be worried. But out of the blue, while talking about her boyfriend, she says "Some people use religion to say they believe one thing when all the while, they're doing something else. My religion is what I do. My religion is what you see me doing ..."

Zun, Ich bin glücklich, daß ich Sie traf. Wir erhalten nahe ...