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The fun started Friday morning. I am a nice driver. I do not rage in the car - except for when assface decides to speed in an active school zone, in order to pass me on the right, in the middle of an intersection, by driving in the bike lane - all to turn into the exact same driveway I'm going to (the drop-off lane for elementary students). I'm not sure if they were dropping off children, or if they were employees of the school...
Then that night, LVA Alumni Mixer at the Marquee. A party thrown by the alumni association for my high school. Some RSVPd a month in advance, and yet 100 alumni are turned away at the door to The Library at the Cosmopolitan, because only 100 people are allowed inside due to fire codes. What an absolute mess of planning that was.
And the next day, I get back from the store with a trunk full of groceries, park in my usual spot outside my house. I run in to unlock the door and drop off some bags, and turn to see some jackass running away from my car with an armful of my grocery bags.
I didn't shout after him. I didn't call to anyone. I just watched him go despondently.
I've decided this person must have been in dire need - though it is difficult for me to figure out who could have possibly needed those groceries more than me and my children.
Certainly someone wouldn't stoop so low as to steal food, unless they were starving to death, right?
I don't understand this act of theft, if they had approached me and asked sincerely, I would have given them something. Yeah, I'm poor as dirt, but I do feel compassion.
When I see someone homeless on the street, with sunburned face, asking for anything that will help, I give them my spare change. Because as bad as things may be for me at times, someone will always have it worse, and that kinda breaks my heart.
Then that night, LVA Alumni Mixer at the Marquee. A party thrown by the alumni association for my high school. Some RSVPd a month in advance, and yet 100 alumni are turned away at the door to The Library at the Cosmopolitan, because only 100 people are allowed inside due to fire codes. What an absolute mess of planning that was.
And the next day, I get back from the store with a trunk full of groceries, park in my usual spot outside my house. I run in to unlock the door and drop off some bags, and turn to see some jackass running away from my car with an armful of my grocery bags.
I didn't shout after him. I didn't call to anyone. I just watched him go despondently.
I've decided this person must have been in dire need - though it is difficult for me to figure out who could have possibly needed those groceries more than me and my children.
Certainly someone wouldn't stoop so low as to steal food, unless they were starving to death, right?
I don't understand this act of theft, if they had approached me and asked sincerely, I would have given them something. Yeah, I'm poor as dirt, but I do feel compassion.
When I see someone homeless on the street, with sunburned face, asking for anything that will help, I give them my spare change. Because as bad as things may be for me at times, someone will always have it worse, and that kinda breaks my heart.
