I am currently in grad school, working towards a social work degree. I bought a black giving key with Fearless on it. I wore the necklace for 3 days, often running my fingers over the word as I worked with struggling clients. It comforted me somehow.
A chance encounter with a stranger led her to share her story of pain and loss with me. Her only child, a daughter, was killed in a car accident last month. As I watched her tears roll down her face, I knew the necklace belonged around her neck.
As I began to tell her about my Giving Key, I slipped it off of my neck and placed it around hers. She covered her face with both hands. I told her it was okay to cry and grieve. I only asked that, in those moments, she run her fingers over the word and know that she could also be fearless.