i met a baby at work today
And it occurred to me how very skewed many of my perceptions are, by which I mean pessimistic. Or just realistic?
Cute baby. 9 weeks old. Smiling at everyone.
“Aw,” I said. “Are you smiling, cutie?”
And the police officer holding him said, “He’s probably glad to be out of that house.”
9 weeks old, and already going into care. 9 weeks old and already in the system.
Not everyone gets an equal start in life. Not everyone gets the same chances.
9 weeks old and the police are taking him away. And, unless he’s one of the very lucky ones, it won’t be the last time he sees the inside of a police station.
What are his odds, I wonder.
Probably not great.
The system fails too many kids.
But I hope he’s not one of them.