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When I was a kid, on the television what afternoon, I watched Mr. Rogers tell a bunch

a little kid to this little neighborhood.

He says, when you see scary things, boys and girls, when you see scary things, look for

the helpers because you'll always find people who are helping.

And I think this is pretty good stuff.

Look to the helpers, he says, the helpers, the people that help.

Little me feels a lot better inside.

It's not until much later when I get to meet some of those helpers.

The people that run toward the fire.

The doctors who make the first incision, the nurse with the blank stare in the maternity

ward, the helpers, operating on either side of that open window between life and death,

between hope and tragedy, they help.

They do.

But I discover that.

You cannot live in that space very long.

Without a little something of that space becoming a part of you.

On the helper can no longer help, can no longer flip back and forth between the bear and

not there, can no longer hold back that dark energy.

The question becomes, who helps the helper?

From Snapchat's Underground Layer.

My name is Glenn Washington Prey.

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