What I didn't do

Driving home near noon from Emmanuel, Killingworth, I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, a man in Wallingford, on the side of the road, down on one knee.

And I didn't stop and find out if he was alright.

I was buzzing along listening to NPR and the traffic was heavy.

But I didn't stop.

I was several miles passed him when I decided to turn around and go see how he was.

And I didn't turn around.

I went home.

I didn't stop.

And I will regret not stopping for all my days.

Someone, apparently in need.

And I didn't stop.

My bad.

Shame on me.

I didn't stop.