by Peter Hamon
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t is 2:30am, I wake, and swing my legs out of my bed. Why at this hour? Like every day except Saturday, I must go to work; I have to be there by 8am. Perhaps you’re thinking, hmm…some commute. No, I live less than an hour’s drive from my job, nor am I walking more than part of the way. You see, I’m talking about merely going to work; this is what will consume the next four to five hours of my life. Despite this effort, I am never assured that I will even arrive, nor, incidentally, that I will return to my home. Or if do return, that my home will still be there , or that somewhere along the path to my job, my body will not be incarcerated without cause , or destroyed without cause
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This issue of 3.1 Venice explores compassion and it's many forms of expression within our community and beyond.