The husband wasn’t friendly, but I understood. I had startled him, and he had a lot on his mind.
All ten of his kids were in the road.
The mother was doing her best to shoo them to the curb, but it was taking time.
My instinct was to chastise. Good parents don’t let kids roam around in the streets. But I was a kid once, and streets have a way of summoning.
I slowed down and kept off the horn. Both parents were already flustered. Ten little kids. It seemed like a mini schoolhouse.
I rolled my window down thinking I could offer some guidance—they seemed lost their eyes darting here and there searching, panicking.
They didn’t trust me.
I felt the cruelty of isolation at that moment. They were alone, wanderers in the wilderness. All they had was each other.
But a struggling family that stays together is a powerful force in a world of evil.
I drove on feeling somehow confident. They had each other.
There is no greater love.
David R. Denny