18/365. He couldn't sleep. He asked me to sit with him and with tears in his eyes he asked me how this happened. Why, he asked, would anyone consider any human to be worth any less than any other. Why, he asked, would so many people support a man who has demonstrated such hatred and bigotry. Not understanding it myself, I had very little to offer. I reminded him (and myself) that nothing can change what we believe and that nothing can change what we know to be right. No person or group of people can change the values we hold. Then we watched Dr. King's I Have a Dream speech and found ourselves renewed. And somewhere close to midnight, still not able to sleep, he asked for paper and a pen and drafted some words about his own dreams. When we finally went to bed, I think we both felt a little bit better about what happens next.