On my way to pick up my sick big boy from school today, I drove past a man.
Walking.
In the pouring rain.
My heart told me to stop...but my head told me to keep going.
He could have been a multitude of horrible things...
Serial killer...
Child molester...
Kidnapper...
Or, he simply could have been a very nice man stranded in the cold rain.
Had it been my husband that passed him...I'm quite certain he would've stopped. He's good and trusting like that.
Me? With my van full of children?
Not so much...character flaw or common sense, sometimes I'm not so sure.
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