my brother's keeper

i was going out our gate and i saw our young neighbor suddenly run into their house.  he was barefoot!

then he comes right out again.  this time he already had slippers...  : )

this is not the first time this happened.  uhm, he sees me and he remembers to wear his slippers, wahehe...  ;"p

i don't normally tell children (and other people in general) what to do.  i'm thinking if their parents are fine with what they're doing then i have no business telling them otherwise.  whatever their parenting style, parents want nothing but the best for their children anyway.

this young boy, however, i see playing basketball on the street barefoot.  uuuhhh!!!  i find that risky.

i know someone who died within seven days of confinement in one of the best hospitals in the country and the complications were triggered by a wounded toe!

if i could prevent someone from wounding his foot then i would.  i therefore make it a point to tell the boy to go get his slippers and never to play barefoot on the street lest he stubs his toe.

i don't know if that annoys him but i would like to assure him, even if i am not his parent, i have nothing but his well-being in mind.

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