July 14, 2019
A teenaged boy pleads with the conductor to let him on the bus to sell his wares. The boy walks-run as the bus moseys to the stoplight. The driver's torn, does he gas it or does he go on slowly? I think of my mother and the wishes she couldn't realize. I think of my brother and the places he couldn't reach. I think of everyone else who wants and needs important things to happen in their lives, at this moment, tomorrow, in the long-term. How is it easy for others, how is it so hard for some?