Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Cost of Care

I find myself listening to children more as I get older. Wishing I could create that peace again. That contentment with everything. Not being tainted by the world.

I want to forgive, without knowing what happened.
I want to care enough to ask the young boy what he needed money for.

Instead of walking away, holding eight quarters to feed the meter, instead of him.

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