I Dreamed I Was A Fighter. Then Things Got Strange.

I woke up laughing at myself. Me, a fighter? In my dream, I had two matches scheduled for one afternoon. But when the time came, I started talking instead of throwing punches. That silly dream left me with a question I couldn’t shake: What if the person across from us isn’t really an enemy? Read my story about the power of understanding.
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