A little girl is holding the door for me as I turn to enter my tenament. I say thank you and she looks at me rather frettfully. I couldn't tell if she was entering or leaving.
she asks me if i lived on the right side of the building. I tell her no, i live on the left. She says "oh." and appears even more panicky.
"What's wrong i ask her"
She says " i live on the sixth floor....but the elevator is stuck on three"
"okay," I said, "You're going to have to go up the stairs."
"But my mommy says I shouldn't go up the stairs by myself"
I'm taken aback by her innocence and the protective parenting that has been excercised. Usually, it is all i can do to restrain myself from field-goaling the foul-mouth little hellions that cross my path from home to subway, but here i find myself almost moved.
"Uh...do ..you want me to walk you up the stairs?" I ask her.
she pauses, looks at me, looks away, says " uh..are you... are you a stranger?"
I didn't have the heart to answer her honestly.
she asks me if i lived on the right side of the building. I tell her no, i live on the left. She says "oh." and appears even more panicky.
"What's wrong i ask her"
She says " i live on the sixth floor....but the elevator is stuck on three"
"okay," I said, "You're going to have to go up the stairs."
"But my mommy says I shouldn't go up the stairs by myself"
I'm taken aback by her innocence and the protective parenting that has been excercised. Usually, it is all i can do to restrain myself from field-goaling the foul-mouth little hellions that cross my path from home to subway, but here i find myself almost moved.
"Uh...do ..you want me to walk you up the stairs?" I ask her.
she pauses, looks at me, looks away, says " uh..are you... are you a stranger?"
I didn't have the heart to answer her honestly.
ossaman:
that was the journal entry of the year...... 