Tuesday, November 13, 2012

My side of the street

Sometimes it's hard minding my own business. Especially when there are kids involved, as I tend to take on a lot of what I feel are somehow my responsibilities as a citizen and a concerned parent of children that are growing up to be adults in the same world as someone else's kids. They are going to have to deal with that person, who will ultimately be a product of their own parents and the love they give or the lack thereof. It makes me pretty sad when I see what's sometimes nothing more than an imperfection in the often daunting task of parenting. It makes me struggle to mind my own business, and forget about pain or suffering that I can't do anything about. It makes me grateful to see how fortunate I am and how many times throughout the day I don't notice these little disturbances that creep their way into my world on occasion, because for the most part, we are all doing a good job with the task at hand...those people in my line of sight are, at least.

And at best, when I have to walk across the street to help my neighbor open his eyes up to see some of the mess he isn't helping to clean up, all I can hope is that he sees me for what I want to be: someone who knows how good it feels to take a little pride in the work I do on my side, and wants to see the same joy and pride in his face, and that of the kids over there too.

He doesn't want to see the other version of me, once I've lost my patience or tolerance...that guy isn't afraid of crossing the street.


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