| I remember once when I was young and a single parent raising my kids by myself. I was severely depressed and often felt suicidal. The guilt I had over my husband's suicide was paralyzing me.
I picked the kids up from school and was crying and barely able to stay alive. I was driving them home and suddenly saw a young man lying down in the middle of the road. He fell off his bike and seemed mildly mentally retarded. He did not get up so I assisted him and convinced him to get moving and get out of the street and get to safety.
When I got back into the car I noticed I felt so much better than I had before this happened. Helping someone else also helped me. That young man hijacked the street that day and I was so thankful I never forgot that day 25 years ago. It was a lesson in life I learned.
If I had honked my horn or driven around him that day I may have never learned that lesson. |