It's Friday and I am just coming back from the car dealership, but had to pull over and get the kids, of course, a happy meal. We're sitting in a vacant parking lot that once was used for a department store parking lot. I see a white Dodge van approaching, I'm a little nervous, a little anxious; the world is just not as safe as it used to be. There is not a soul within 300 yards of us. The left side of the van has been smashed in by a car. A nylon rope ties the front and side doors together through what once was a window. The van approaches slowly. I eye the driver and wonder what is wrong. I glanced to the rear seats and see multiple heads, five or six children, two are toddlers with huge cow eyes staring back at me. I reluctantly step out of my car, wondering if I'm making a mistake, to see if I can be of any help. I'm a strong person, but I'm reflecting on my two young children eating their lunch beside me in the car. Should I not be helping these strangers? I'm not sure yet. When questioned, the driver, a 40ish brunette, unbathed and slender, asked if we could spare some money for her to get some gas. I look in her eyes and look at the children, the condition of the van, the broken windows, the rope holding it together, the 8-Cylinder engine thats missing and sounds like its running on 4 and I began to internally sob. Her toddlers wantin stares unspokenly begged for food, water, clothes, a new car, "please help me, please help me". I turned around to my car, grabbed my extra hamburger, my food bars, my extra waters, and some cash. This human condition struck me to the core. Maybe they were crooks, maybe it was a scam, but my humanity required me to help. What would you have done? Would you have even cared? I'd love to hear your thoughts. Life is not about our careers, its about what we do with our feelings, and how we feel about what we have done.
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