Last night, I witnessed a community coming together to engage in an evening of storytelling, poetry readings, and prose readings focused on human rights issues and narratives. A dear friend and colleague crafted this consciously caring community from a literature class that probably never thought it would band together in such a meaningful way: to celebrate the fortitude of the human spirit in the face of human rights transgressions. I went in bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to catch-up with colleagues and applaud former students’ works, but I came out choked-up and humbled by the care that students took in creating their research projects and creative pieces inspired by social justice issues.