Perspective.

I got stuck at a stoplight this morning, in a not-as-nice area of town. As I waited for the light to change, I saw a woman laden down with shopping bags coaxing her young daughter away from some flowers to cross the street. The little girl did not want to leave those few little flowers behind, so the mom waited and missed the first walk signal. Her daughter, not more than three or four years old, had a pink hat, a bit too small, perched on top of her head. Her completely bald head. I don't know for sure if she was undergoing chemo, or if something else was the cause. But THAT is not fair.