It happened in an instant.
I opened the door to pick up some packages on our front porch and just like that, our puppy zipped right past me and out onto the sidewalk. She was only a few months old at the time and we were still living in Charlotte, NC. It was rush hour and the street in front of our townhome was busy as usual with impatient commuters taking shortcuts through our neighborhood.
I ran out after Daisy desperately calling her name and urgently commanding her to “COME!” She was absolutely having none of it. I’d get close to her and she’d bound off..having the time of her life playing keep-away. One of our neighbors (not the most friendly soul) stood off in the distance watching me frantically chase our puppy up and down the sidewalk.. she offered no help. At one point I tripped and fell in the grass. I was gripped with fear and starting to cry as I knew our little Havanese was just one wrong move away from running through the cars parked along our street and getting hit by some unsuspecting driver.
I called her,
I pleaded with her,
I pretended I had treats..
nothing was working until a man out for a jog came up upon the scene. I cried out to him and begged him to call my dog..he did and she happily (inexplicably!) ran towards him- He scooped her up and disaster was miraculously averted.
As I lay in bed pondering the distressing headlines this morning, this two year old memory floated back into my brain. It struck me that as a people, many of us are behaving like my puppy was that awful afternoon.. uncooperative, oppositionally defiant and willfully oblivious to extreme danger. And what about those, who like my neighbor, seem so eerily drawn and disturbingly energized by the spectacle and excitement(?) of impending doom and disaster?
What the heck is THEIR problem?
I thought about how tough it must be to be in a leadership role of ANY kind these days.. It ‘s probably like trying to lead a pack of scattered, distracted, fighting puppies through a house fire to safety outside.
Seriously, who would want that job?
Who would want to wake up every morning, open the front door and face another day racing around trying to keep us from inflicting great bodily harm upon ourselves, our neighbors and our communities?
God bless ’em all..
I really mean that.