I overheard a young gentleman desperately trying to apologize to someone today. He was making it clear that there are no excuses for the behaviour he regretted but then told her what had led up to it.
He had been walking his leashed dog when a van hit the dog and grazed him. His dog had died and the driver of the van had sworn at him refusing to help.
I realized as I moved on past these two that I had been deeply emotionally affected by this story and the scene in front of me. The young man’s runners were covered with fresh blood and the woman was so understanding. I could feel her compassion for him and his pain, desperation and confusion.
At first I didn’t quite know what to do with all of these emotions that were swimming toward and through me as well as the feelings they brought up within me. So I just allowed it all so that it could pass.
I thought about this gentleman who so recently had lost his dog, lashed out at the nearest person and then had the presence of mind and fortitude in all his inner turmoil to do his best to take responsibility for his actions and make a correction.
And I thought of the driver of the van and what might have led put to those actions.