That sure is a lot of empathy for a stone-cold heartless thread slayer.
I have found that the crazy people actually want no help. Then how to tell if a person on the street is talking to themself or on a cell phone as those devices are getting smaller every day?????
Then there are unique people like me and my mother. Mom in late 80's and me had been checking out the small shops in town and both of us needed to sit and rest. I said crap on on this and we both sat on the curb. No where else to sit, so as we sat, cars and people went by, then the thrumb thrumb of motorcycles coming up the street.
On they came perhaps 8 of them and one was my son, on lunch break from his Job. I recognised him pointed him out to mom and she stood up waving her scarf calling his name. Off they went and circled the block to come marching over and Son was not happy. Here he on lunch break from a State job had found not only his mother but grandmother sitting on a town curb. One of his friends when I gave him the keys to the car went to fetch it for us, and his other friends tried hard not to laugh.
To this day I wonder how much razzing my son went through back at work. -----Why have you had your mother and grandmother kicked to the Curb.
Mom and I laughed until we cried over the look on my sons face, for some reason he found nothing funny about any of this.
