Like a child.
Yesterday I saw myself in the lives of four children that I passed on the street or in a tram. 1) The first was getting onto the tram. The steps on the tram were higher than the lengths of his legs, yet he wanted to get into that tram all by himself. His mom offered him her hand, but he would not accept that help- he wanted to do it on his own. Even though it held up the people around him, he worked at getting up those steps himself. His mom never left his side, but she let him try to do it. At the top, he tripped and fell straight down. His mom picked him up and held him. 2) The second was a girl standing in the middle of the sidewalk. I'm not sure why she was crying but boy was she ever. The tears were rolling and she was distraught about something. I don't think she was physically in pain, yet something inside was hurting. As rational or irrational her pain was, her mom picked her up and held her and walked with her in her arms down the sidewalk. The daughter graspe...
