It’s been three days, and I can’t get this out of my mind…
On Saturday I went to a liquor outlet to get a case of wine. On my way out, one of the infamous Highveld storms broke loose, pouring down hail which bounced off my car with a sickening sound.
As I was moving along in the traffic, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a panhandler standing at a traffic intersection, straddling two lanes. He was dressed in what looked like patched-up jeans and a clearly ripped t-shirt, holding a small square of cardboard, using it to desperately shield himself from the savage blows being meted out by the hailstones.
It was such a pitiful sight, but I couldn’t do a thing being caught in moving traffic, trying to escape the storm like everyone else. Or… I could have but didn’t.
I remember still thinking about it nearly an hour later, as I was nearing my destination. I wished I could go back to see if he was alright.
And it’s still troubling me three days later. I hope he’s okay…
Lenny Says 
We all have moments like that, we drove past an accident once that had just happened, by the time we knew that we should have stopped it was too far back, regret
Yeah, it’s a tough world to live in. I help those less fortunate as often as possible, but I still feel as if I haven’t done enough.