Anyway, I made the call, reported what I had seen, and that was it.
When we got home my little guy and I just sat in the car. I think we were both reflecting on what we'd just experienced.
Me: "I always err on the side of calling 911. If I don't I know I'll feel guilt and regret not doing it."
Little guy: "Yeah."
Me: "I also feel such compassion for people like that guy. You know we're only one or two brain clicks away from being just like that...just one or two harsh life experiences and we could be them."
Little guy: "I know, mom."
Left me wondering if that fella's mom or dad were still with us out there somewhere and wondering if their kid was OK. And then I hugged my kid.
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