It was one of those days. One piece of bad news dwarfed by the next piece of bad news. And then again. The universe seemed to be piling it on pretty thick, and I wasn't quite sure how to handle it.
At some point during my earliest memories of elementary school, we were taught that we should strive to make the world a better place for generations to come. It must have been an Earth Day or Arbor Day. They gave everyone in my class a baby tree. Our mission was to take it home and plant it. Planting trees is good for the environment they told us.
I hop on the bus to head home after too many hours in the office. Tired. Can’t wait for my bed. Sleep soon. But then I see it.
A part of me wanted to just ignore it, but I’ve been trained by all those advertising dollars. See something, say something.
I bent down, picked it up, stood in the front of the bus full of 40 people and yell.