Garrison

that,

um, you talk about Sangha and, uh, and, uh, your experience at a retreat, I think in Garrison, New York.

Um, and, uh, I was just wondering, and then towards the end of your piece, you talk about seeing others as complex and, uh, and the sensitivity that opens you up and just growing up from, from my perspective, sensitivity is something that, uh, For just to be quick about it is like there's like a weakness associated with sensitivity.

However, the way that you describe it, you describe sensitivity as something that keeps you soft, aware and open and conscious.

Some elements, including dialogue, might be invented, but everything is based on historical research.

[gentle music] It's the morning of September 25th, 1780, in Garrison, New York.

Peggy Arnold sits at her bedroom window, gently rocking her infant son against her shoulder.

She parts the curtain and looks across the fields to the glittering waters of the Hudson River.

Peggy can hear servants crossing the floorboards, stoking fires, and laying out breakfast.

They're preparing for an important visitor.

Later this morning, the most powerful man in the Continental Army is expected in Garrison, Commander in Chief George Washington.

He's coming to visit West Point, the fortress on the other side of the Hudson.