I held the dirty hand of a child today. His mother was so high and so out of it. He climbed over the side of his stroller and held onto the metal bar like a monkey. His mom mumbled something but then she stared off into space again. He tugged on my shirt. I held his hand. He patted the leg of the guy beside me. The guy did not hold his hand. I whispered, “he might not want you to do that.” I patted his blonde hair. His blue eyes were empty… he seemed lost for a moment before he let go of my hand and patted his mom’s face. She didn’t respond. If I could have legally brought him home with me, I would have.
I was then joined on the train by an irate passenger that was running from the police. I saw them coming…he didn’t. He was catching his breath. “They can just write me a ticket, I’m riding this **** train!”
“Who should pay for that?” I asked him.
“What did I do something wrong?”
“I am just curious that if you don’t plan to pay for it, and you know that it costs money to make the train run from Dallas to Fort Worth, well, who should have to pay for it if you do not have to?”
He started to say something but the officers caught up with him. They are going to give him a ride… with lights even. Congratulations sir!