Invitation

I averted my gaze while inside me a debate was raging…

Should I stop and ask her if she needs help? Do I have time for this?

… and excuses ran rampant:

I don’t have any cash in my wallet. What if I can’t give her what she wants? What if her needs are too big for me? Or what if I don’t know where to find the help that she needs?

Truth be told, I was fearful. I was fearful of the deep need and desperation that I saw on her face. What if her needs were too much for me to handle?