I reached my halfway point this week in Floodwood, Minnesota!
It was pretty significant to think I’ve crossed half of America.
Three months on the road now, three to go.
So many people stepped up in this state, enthusiastically planning host families, occasionally reserving a hotel, calling media, and again, many many more people stopping to offer support and thanks.
There are profound moments when a vehicle pulls off to tell me they have lost a loved one. I want to say, “I’m sorry for your loss.” But it sounds so shallow. So cliche. How can I express this sadness and pain? I am heartbroken each time.
As I say goodbye to Highway 2 and head south into Wisconsin today, I just keep walking. Kind people open their doors to their church, or their home. Everyone has their own story to tell. I want to clearly remember every one of you.
Thank you for your kindness, your stories, your tears.