A Great Shame

A week or so ago I passed a car that was stuck in the middle of the road.

I knew I should stop and help. I saw someone I know stop and help and rather than tell myself the story that "Oh, they have this" I knew that I should pull over, get out of my car and help.

I knew it. I knew at the time this was going to haunt me, I knew driving away that I was diminished a little by my failure to get out of the car and help.

I hate that feeling and I really do not want to continue to have it. I want to not miss another opportunity to get my hands dirty.

I got to work on time.

And I'm ashamed of that.