So I’m driving one of my various kids either to or from one of their various activities the other day, as is typical for the afternoon. I see a woman walking towards Aurora Avenue. If you live in a major city, you have some variation on this area, where certain women… work.
Seeing these women isn’t a daily (or even weekly) occurrence, but it isn’t uncommon. I usually pay no attention to these people, but something about her caught my eye. It wasn’t the short skirt or flimsy shirt. It was the bruises on her leg.
Keep in mind, I’m driving one direction, she’s walking the opposite direction, and there’s a lane of traffic between us. I saw her for perhaps a total about 5 seconds. For her bruises to be that noticeable – well, they were big.
It got me to thinking about how sad it was for her, or at least I assumed it was sad for her. Then it got me to thinking how even sadder it was for whoever had to get past that, and what state of mind they would have to be in to not only pay, but find this desirable enough to want her in this state to desire them.
Then I thought about more damaged people and what they go through, and who they end up with. I was pretty much bummed out for the rest of the afternoon.