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.
They are the innocence that sustains the good nature of humanity. They are a beautiful and righteous group and deserve to be fought for. While I have no children of my own, I have a nephew and that little boy changed my life and my outlook on many things. He is precious to me and he deserves the best of what this world can offer. I am sure many of you share the same sentiment. They are the greatest gift God could have given to us. We must fight for them, bearing the cost of what must be done to sustain their innocence, their imagination, their hopes and dreams. They are the best part of this world.