For years and years, even before this war, I’ve asked God what my job was, why I was here.

Last night a person that I don’t know well at all, in fact have never met, told me. The things she told me, in just a few sentences, gave goose bumps and chills.

So, the whole time I’ve been asking God what my job was and what I should be doing.. I’ve been doing it. Of course. God chooses.

Godspeed, Patriots.

Wow great testimony. I can relate. As a teenager I felt I was supposed to do something too, and couldn't pin it down. I'm quiet and shy. I'm an artist and a writer. But I felt this big weight in my heart, and talked to God as I was running. I knew I was going to devote myself to some important cause, and that my life itself would be my art. Overwhelmed with confusion and emotion, I started to cry...right there on the side of the road with farmer's fields on either side of me, left not knowing what this thing should be.
And here is Today, and boy, don't I know what "it be".

Exactly - people see someone acting, and they in turn are emboldened to act.

If no one acts, no one will act.

Our society has been brainwashed to comply, we are brainwashed to always be passive.

Passivity is the tool of evil.

See something.
Say something.
Do something.

Even speaking out online is 'doing something'.

Doing, despite the slings and arrows.

Unfortunately, the first ones to act are the first ones to be killed, I think. It's only after enough people rise up that rising up becomes less and less of a risk.
Whoever takes the lead, risks and most likely succumbs to the worst, and is a true hero