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.
I get it, it is hard not to strongly react negatively to a deeply distrubing thought like that, I was in the same boat a few years ago. Even though you know it happens, I have learned that you shouldn't delve into it longer than 10 secs or it takes over half you day into some weird mood. At the end of the day, you have to take good care of yourself because ultimately, what can we do but to sit and watch the horror show going on right now? We civvies can't really do zip. But Q is hope and so is God. Q posts shows the white hats have done a huge amount to protect kids and if white hats keep winning then it will get better, you can see the trend.