Illustration by Ron Pitts

Mahalo nui loa to the kind soul who stopped to comfort me while I cried about the devastation in Lāhainā. I was bawling in my truck when a fellow local pulled up and asked what was wrong. The only words I could muster were, “I’m from Lāhainā.” This complete stranger got out of their car and hugged me while I sobbed, then helped regulate my breathing. They told me I have the same name as their baby sister. This is community. This is aloha. This is why Maui will always be nō ka ‘oi.

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