A Child’s View of It
A truck went under an overpass. It was close, but there wasn’t enough clearance. The top of the trailer hit the bridge and the vehicle got stuck.
It created a huge traffic jam. People were mad. They got out of their vehicles and yelled out, “Something’s gotta be done.” The police did their best to control the crowd. Sirens screamed and blue lights flashed. It was an adult spectacle; a regular drama. Fire fighters and EMS workers and all kinds of smart folks puzzled over how to free up the rig but not destroy the overpass.
A child walked by and looked over the scene. “Why don’t you just let the air out of the tires?” the boy asked.
I guess he was close enough to the ground that he could see how high those big tires were off the pavement and it was simple to him. The truth was not hard for a child to see.
I like kids. I ain’t nothing but a big kid myself. God blessed me with a good grown-up doctor brain, but in many ways I think like a child. So did Indie, and you couldn’t help but love him.
Indie was so childlike. He was as loyal as my old mutt. He loved unconditionally. He didn’t know how to hate anyone, even his enemies. I know some of them didn’t like him. I think it was because Indie always could see the truth so easy. They were so grown-up they made what was simple difficult.
I’ll bet all those officials didn’t like that kid either, but what were they gonna say? No one wants a reputation as someone who hates kids, even the silly adults who resent them. Those officials weren’t that bright, but even they were smart to enough to see that.
I believe we ought to train our brains the best we can but keep the heart and vision of a child. It sure did work for Indie. It worked for that boy too.