I saw a little boy fall off his bike. His skinned his knee up a little bit, and seemed a little distraught. Zach and I went over to help him. I squatted down to ask him if he was alright. He refused to acknowledge my existence. His brother said his parents were at home and then he left on his big wheel. I asked the boy if he could stand up for me so I could walk him home. When he got up though, he got on his bike and rode away in tears.
Clearly, he was safe. I think the tears were more out of embarrassment than pain because we had seen him fall. I still can't help but feel rejected. :/ Poor kid.
On a completely unrelated note.....
You know how they say bad things always happen to good people? I think I figured out why. The good people always trust the bad. We always seem to give them second chances, all while having faith that they never meant any harm. Someday, we might learn to stop trusting them. Then good people can be with good people.
When I hear friends tell me stories about their pain, I can't help but feel for them as if I were being hurt. Especially when I know they never deserved it.
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