2 recent events at our new house have me wondering if I'm a bit jaded.
- DH comes home shaking and upset because as he was driving down our road (40mph) (dual traffic) a toddler "no older than our 18 month old" ran into the road and he had to screech to a stop and block the road to go pick the child up. looked around for parents and had to go to a house with a door open but of a way off the road to ask if the child was theirs. They were not bothered even when hubby said basically he and another car coming the opposite direction nearly hit their kid. I told him to call children's services he said they would have learned their lesson surely.
- someone knocks on the door. DH opens the door and then comes back in from the porch to get his keys and when I ask who it is, it's a young boy probably around 16 asking for a lift to the end of the road because a gang are waiting for him and he is scared. I told him he can borrow our phone and call the police / family he said he didn't want to, offered him alternative of walking to the other end of the road which opens out to the same long road but would avoid the gang. He begs to be driven and doesn't know the way I refused to let DH drive him and closed the door; my worry being how were we to know he wasn't going to pull something and try a carjacking or something? DH was clearly buying the story and wanted to help.
Am I the voice of reason I think I am or just jaded by the world through the news/papers and having a job dealing with not very nice people (a lot of the time).