HOPE
A few days ago, we were riding back from a day on Commercial Street- a bumper-to-bumper, shoulder-to-shoulder, smelly, dirty, hectic place-and I was just completely drained-emotionally, spiritually, physically drained. Our auto stopped at an intersection for 100 seconds (the stops are timed, which only adds insanity on the already rushed streets) and two little girls walk up to our auto; they are both carrying babies under one, and they cannot be older than 5 or 6 themselves. Honestly, my first response was dread. I was so tired and didn’t want to deal with this. (Oh so selfish.) Even...