It’s not a happy feeling to drive by the local hoitsy-toitsy child-care place, Creme de la Creme, and see two ambulances outside with the lights on. Here’s hoping it’s something benign.
I’m not sure what causes such a feeling of additional empathy in a case like this. It’s not like I’ve never seen an ambulance with its lights on out in the world, and with a mom who worked as an RN I practically grew up in the local hospital waiting room. Somehow it seems worse when it’s children, though. Is that a biological reaction? Assumption of innocence? Simply the fact that they have – one hopes – longer lives in front of them and more time to potentially lose?
Good luck, little ones.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
