I drove to my office a little while ago. Kip is with me because it’s his turn to be the office dog. Today we are having winter. The gray sky is only a couple of inches above the ground and stray snowflakes are starting to fall. There’s a breeze, and it is cold outside.
When we turned west onto one of the more traveled streets near my home, I saw a little girl — perhaps eight years old — walking east. There is an elementary school about six blocks away. She was wearing a pink hoodie and gray knit shorts with tennis shoes and thin socks. But it’s so cold! I pulled over and asked her if I could give her a ride to school. She was well-taught and wouldn’t accept a ride even from a nice older woman (me) with one of the cutest dogs in the world (that’s Kip) wagging frantically.
I’m going to stop by the school a little later and see if the principal knows who she is. If I can find out her size, I hope she would accept some long pants and warm socks. I am so sad. I know she’s not the only child in our City who is going without basic needs: warm shelter, food, warm clothing. I also fear that things will be much worse before they are better.