The Little Girl
The other day at work a little girl came up and grabbed my hand. I did not know this little girl. She looked to be about four or five. After a couple seconds of shock, I pulled away. I did not want to look like some weirdo holding this little girls hand. The child then ran along to it's parents without a word.
At first I was sorta mad at the parents. That girl was old enough to know not to trust strangers, right. She should be afraid of everyone. Guilty until proved innocent. The more I thought about it though I sorta got mad about living in a world that has got me thinking like that. In a few years that girl will probably lose that trusting innocence, and learn the reality of a world filled with cruel and evil people. If am ever a parent, I would want to hide that world from my children for as long as I could. I stopped being mad at the parents, and I do understand that the world is not such a bad place, even if it is hard to see that sometimes. I think that girl gave me a gift, a moment of clarity. She taught me a lesson about trust.
(I know this is a bit sappy, but what the hell, right.)
At first I was sorta mad at the parents. That girl was old enough to know not to trust strangers, right. She should be afraid of everyone. Guilty until proved innocent. The more I thought about it though I sorta got mad about living in a world that has got me thinking like that. In a few years that girl will probably lose that trusting innocence, and learn the reality of a world filled with cruel and evil people. If am ever a parent, I would want to hide that world from my children for as long as I could. I stopped being mad at the parents, and I do understand that the world is not such a bad place, even if it is hard to see that sometimes. I think that girl gave me a gift, a moment of clarity. She taught me a lesson about trust.
(I know this is a bit sappy, but what the hell, right.)