As a man who slings opinion, and is an expert on all that is wrong, I am often asked what we can do to stave off all this evil, and make things right?

Occasionally, I’ll have a pretty good answer, but more times than not, I am just a writer with a leaky pen, who can spell out a problem with no real idea how to cross it out.

When seemingly everything’s wrong, the only selfish answer I have to fight off what afflicts us is to write.

This admittedly seems wholly inadequate while we stare down this relentless, wicked attack from the dark forces that have assembled seemingly out of nowhere, and with blinding speed to turn out our light.

If you are reading this piece, the chances are better than reasonable that you care about the condition of your wounded country and the millions of people who are suffering in it.

This is both a curse and a precious gift.

It’s a curse, of course, because wherever you are, our nation’s menacing shadow chases you. Try as you might, you can’t escape it, at least not for long.

Taking it all in as the sky-blue ocean kisses some sun-splashed beach is chased away by the thought of what we are doing to our oceans and that sky, because of the lifeless corporate raiders, who think of nothing but profits and themselves.

Mother Nature’s vivid colors temporarily turn to black before, like the tides, they recede from our mind, and return anew so we can enjoy these magic moments.

You are a humanitarian, and a lover of life — all life. If you are like me, you grieve the loss of a random animal more than you do the random person. That’s not a slam on people necessarily, but let’s face it, too many of them are rotten to the core. They take, and give nothing back. They support evil, instead of suppressing it. They talk without thinking. They follow without looking, and refuse to stop long enough to see the damage they are doing, or much of anything on this Earth that is truly worth the time.

Not only do they lack the sixth sense of our beautiful animal friends, they seem to lack any sense at all …

So for all your caring, you are rewarded with a world of hurt.

You know it would be easier to just say the hell with it, and join the millions on the sidelines who take things as they come, and just as much as they can for themselves.

Well, I thought today that you should know you are not alone, and that you are loved for your soulfulness, fight and compassion.

You are loved because people make the mistake of thinking you are weak for crying, when the truth is you are enormously brave for letting it all in. You are loved because processing all this hell and trying to spin it into hope is a hero’s chore, and we’ve never needed heroes more.

I take heart that you are out there, my friends, and more than you can possibly know. You are the very best among us. You are a friend and advocate to the animals, and the good people who are scared and suffering alone. You are a shoulder to lean on.

Together we form the line, that will never be crossed …

We must continue to remind people, but mostly each other, that there are millions of us, and we aren’t going away. We are proliferating … strong.

We’ll have our day, I swear to God we will, but for now we have each other, and that, good people, is a blessing.

• (D. Earl Stephens is the author of “Toxic Tales: A Caustic Collection of Donald J. Trump’s Very Important Letters” and finished up a 30-year career in journalism as the Managing Editor of Stars and Stripes. You can find all his work here.)