I Just Don't Get Me!

Last Wednesday I was driving home from work. I pass this little school everyday around the time the children are arriving for class.

I noticed a boy he was probably 6 or 7 years old pedaling his bike as fast as he could towards school. I also notice a car with a man in it parked on the same side of the road as the boy. As I passed them the car moved a little bit forward following the boy. The boy swerved to the other side of the street and so did the car, he swerved back and so did the car. The car was hanging back but it was obvious he was watching the boy. The boy had looked upset and tense when I had passed him.

I pulled over and was watching the boy and the car, it looked suspicious so I kept watching. I had no choice, the scene did not look right to me, alarms were going off in my head, every part of being would not let me just drive away.

The boy finally reached the school parking lot where he headed straight for the bike rack. The car then followed him into the parking lot and I lost site of him. So because I couldn't just drive away, I had to make sure this boy was safe. I did a U-turn and pulled into the school parking lot. As I got closer to the bike rack I could see the boy kneeling down locking his bike up. I then saw the man walk up to the boy and lean over him.

That was enough for me. I parked my car behind this man's and walked up to him. I was soooo full of rage, I just kept thinking this man had better not be what I suspect he is. I was so ready to take him down. I was hoping with all my heart that this man was there for good and not evil. I had to make sure.

After I approached the man I asked him "Do you belong to this car?". I asked him this because if he was what I thought he was, I wanted him to be away from the child. I was shaking, my adreniline was racing. The man looked up at me and took a couple steps towards me, which was a relief. And then he said "What's it to you if that's my car". I glared at him and then turned to the boy and asked him if he knew this man. The boy still looking upset said "YES". I asked the boy "Who is he?" The boy,with a disgusted reply said "He is my uncle".

I was so relieved. I then looked at the man, his face turned from an indignant pissed off look to a surprised apologetic look. He said to me "You are an angel, bless you, it is so good to know people like you are still in this world." He then explained himself stating that, no he was not a kidnapper or child molester or anything like that, that it was the boys first day of school and he was following him to make sure he got there safe, and that the boy was not at all pleased that he had done this. The boy then came over and said thank you to me and hugged his uncle.

I said sorry for the misunderstanding, and the man would not here it. He said I had nothing at all to be sorry for and the boy said thank you again to me. The man then apologized to me, stating that if he had seen what I had seen, he too would have been concerned. I then said well you both have a great day and I went back to my truck.

When I got into my truck, I broke down and started crying. I couldn't stop. I hated what I had done. Even though people I have told this story too insist I did the right thing. I agree I did do the right thing, what made me cry uncontrollably was the fact that I lack faith in humankind. That even though I try to do the right thing, I suspect others do not. I hate that feeling. I also had all this furious rage pent up that was slowly residing. This rage scared me, I had no idea I was capable of such a feeling. I was so infuriated at the thought of what might be happening that I lost all concern for myself, no matter what happened to me, I was not going to let anything happen to this boy. I had never lost control of myself in that way before. I just don't get me!