Day 1 Fallout ...
Very grateful for good neighbors.
So, yesterday, Kara and I had a very unsettling experience.
Driving near our home, we were approached by a young male teen (15-16 is my guess but I'm terrible with ages). Kara stopped the car and I lowered my window so we could see what was up. There was something very off in his demeanour and that he was high as a kite and tweaking on something was apparent even to me (and trust me, I can be quite oblivious to those things when my nurturing/concern circuits are engaged).
His face looked like someone had rubbed dirt on it and he approached saying that someone had beaten him up (cue concern circuits). But, even to me, his words didn't ring true ... Kara's natural skepticism kicked in and she told him we couldn't stop as I had to get to work and we quickly drove away home.
