Suddenly I looked down and saw a tiny child crying, hysterically.
After a couple of minutes it’s clear that nobody is with her and nobody is coming for her.
I am not sure what to do. A couple of us gather to help the girl.
The whole thing was surreal.
First thing, I yell into the crowd, “There’s a child lost here, is anybody with this child?”
Again and again and again.
Some people look at me but they don’t respond.
One guy who clearly means well says to this tiny child, “Here, come with me, I will take you to look for your mommy and daddy.”
My insides churned…noooo.
So I go, “No. I’ll call the police.”
Another lady starts talking to the child, trying to calm her down. We can’t get her name clearly or her age.
Nobody is coming!
I call the police.
After about 15 minutes, but before they arrive, a man appears and calls out to the girl. He picks her up.
The name he says sounds like the name she gave me and the other lady.
I look at him. The other lady helping out looks at him.
“I told the police I would wait here with her,” I say.
He looks at me. “Do I have to wait for them?”
“I am not the police,” I say.
“Are you telling me I have to stay here?” he says, varying the question.
“I am not telling you that,” I say, and repeat that I told the police I would wait there.
He takes the girl and leaves.
The police show up and we all as a group determine that “it’s probably okay.”
But what if that man had not been her caregiver?
What if one of the “helpful” adults had been a predator?
What if nobody had helped her, and the park would have turned dark and she would have been left there, alone and at the mercy of whoever was hanging out there?
I don’t have the answer to these questions.
The world is a scary place.
By Dr. Dannielle (Dossy) Blumenthal. All opinions are the author’s own. Public domain.