I was driving home from a grocery run and this kid no more than 4 years old caught my eye at a stop sign. He was staring at me and as I looked over at him, he smiled and waved. I smiled and waived back and he was so happy he got someone to wave back at him. I assume it was some game he was playing to see who would wave. I gave him a little honk-honk and left.
I don't know what the fuck happened to me but I got really emotional. All I could picture was a kid that probably looks exactly like him somewhere in a bunker having God knows what done to him.
I have had a very hard time sleeping over the past 5 years just thinking about the horrors. It comes at me time to time.
This particular moment hit me like a fucking brick. I went silent after and my wife noticed it. Obviously, I didn't say anything to her about what I was really thinking but man, that kids face is tattooed into my brain now.
We fight for the innocent. God wins in the end. GOD BLESS
Let us nurture, and celebrate, the joys of life that we want preserved for children; especially for those innocents enduring trauma. We want to preserve the simple and spiritual, the mundane and magical. Treasure those experiences which all children should enjoy as their birthright. Let us present, to those who are rescued, all that is due them.