Emotional Escalator


I rode an escalator yesterday and it was an emotional journey. 

As I stepped on I thought about the woman in China who was recently killed on a escalator. A woman who, sensing the danger, pushed her son to safety costing her own life. 

As I rode up I was filled with a stillness and profound sadness over the event. The top plate came into view, approached, tears welled, and I stepped over.

Later I thought. All for the want of a few screws this life was lost. A mother's child. A child's mother. A human being.

The profound importance of the mundane. 

All for a screw. Or two.