Somebody's Baby.

Hey, I know that this is the worst kind of sappy post but it's something that came to me in traffic some time ago, and it's kind of ...stuck...

While I was waiting for the light to change, I was watching a very old, very dirty and obviously homeless person push a cart across the street.  And just for that moment it came to me that this person was once somebody's baby.  Maybe once they were little and cute, and somebody was proud to bring them home.  They might even have been loved.  There was hope.  While I was sitting there, still waiting for the light to change, tears came to my eyes.  My old, world-weary eyes...

Every day we see signs that the young, cute or beautiful are treated differently.   They learn to expect it, and we do it out of, what, habit?  Or maybe we wish we were them?  I dunno.  But what came to me that day was this, that maybe we should try to remember that everybody was once young and cute.

So forgive this sappy post.  Maybe it doesn't mean anything.  But I find I look at people just a little bit differently now.