I ran into a stranger as he passed by“I’m so sorry!” was my reply. Then he said,“Excuse me too... I wasn’t even watching for you.” We were very polite, this stranger and I. Then we went on our ways after saying good-bye.
But at home, a different story is told. How we tread our loved ones, young and old. Later, in the kitchen, as I cooked our meal, my daughter crept up to me, very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked her down. “Get out of the way!” I barked with a frown. She sauntered away,with her little heart broken. I didn’t realize how harshly I’d