Tuesday was an interesting yet sad day. A little boy crossed the street in front of my house. Seemingly alone, he crossed into daytime rush hour traffic, and a pair of people stopped to ask if he was okay. I was walking to my car, and I stopped to see why the boy was there. While waiting for the police, his mother showed up. I watched as she crossed the street, and whisked him away. I was quite angry, but I know that I don't know the whole story. I am not sure if I should have thrown more of a fit, or not. I was in a state of shock that this little guy had been left to wander alone, and no one noticed for nearly an hour.
You know how that plays out. I get angry and frustrated with people. I convert that anger to sadness, making it seem like I am sadder than I am. But that is how it works with me.
