Sometimes I think that we are put in certain places to assist in a problem that is already written in the universe. While taking public transportation a young man and his sister boarded a local city bus. He was about ten years old. Books, pencils homogenized within a cloth bag. He was searching, pant pockets, shirt, jacket to no avail. His sister stood and emptied the contents of his satchel and search quietly. Realizing the dilemma a passenger offered to give a token, while another offered to pay for a pass. It was the village that sprang into action. Taking care of our children.