Forgive our Fathers

It was late afternoon and the sunshine was bearing down on me, its bright, rays, already giving me a headache...as i sat on the sidewalk with my lemonade and my cd player, waiting for a ride that was already half an hour late, i noticed my father drive up, wanting to offer me a ride...i politely refused, and let him know that i was all set...My boyfriend said he would be coming for me, and i knew he was. So that was that. My father started pulling away from the curb, in the parking lot of the retail store that i work. As he did this, a man and his wife, passed in front of the car...they did so without any further notice, but then a little girl came darting out of the crowd of shoppers in front of the entryway...she was walking much further behind her parents, and my father almost didn't see her...She was only maybe 4-5 years old...My dad was going the speed limit for a parking lot. I noticed my dad brake immediately... And i got a wave of feelings that just rushed over me... I felt like a war veteran who has flashbacks of being in battle... I couldn't breathe for a moment... The Man walked in front of my dad's car, picked up his daughter, and started yelling at my father to watch where he was driving. Immediately, my father yelled something back at the man telling him that he should be watching his children, holding their hand, not letting them walk so far behind... And i felt bad... Felt bad for the father who almost lost his daughter, the 5ish year old little girl who was scared, and I felt bad for my father... It reminded me of when my father lost his mother when he was five years old...She was hit by a drunk driver, when she and my grandfather were crossing the street. She died in his arms, and the drunk driver wasn't really punished at all... I don't really know if i have a terribly good point to all of this, but i felt the title i put was quite suitable...And it made me think... Maybe that is all this story needed to point out.