“I’d have gotten in the car
with an ax-murderer,” she said.
“It was long before cell phones.
I was driving between towns
when my baby in the car seat went into
fever convulsions. I knew
exactly what it was since
her older brother had them too.
I pulled over on the Interstate
four-lane highway and poured milk
from her bottle over her head
to cool her down. Standing beside
the road, I had a finger in her mouth
to keep her from swallowing her tongue,
when a car pulled over and backed up
to where we were. I climbed right in
and said to the man driving,
‘Take us to a hospital emergency room!’
The nurses cooled her down quickly
and she was fine. I never saw
the Good Samaritan again…”
– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Jan. 10, 2013
Views from the Edge 
Was there ever a time when we could safely trust in the kindness of strangers? Or were we just ignorant of the dangers … ? All I know is, I liked the trust of my childhood and mourn its loss.
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Thanks for sharing, Mona. In times like that, I suppose one doesn’t give it a second thought. When we NEED the help of a stranger so desperately, the risk of trust is taken. Otherwise, in ordinary times, we live, as you say, with the mourning of lost childlikeness. Thank you.
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