what is crazy?

For at least a year, I would see him entering or leaving our neighborhood and it just drove me nuts. I didn't even want to talk to the man, I was so judgmental. The old man, his son and the donkey, indeed.

I thought the older bald man pushing the baby carriage was crazy. Especially when I saw that there were two dogs sitting in it, side by side. Didn't they need exercise too?

But then there was the day in early May when I was on my bike, turning into the driveway of my therapist's office. I was struggling to hold onto my own sanity. That day, I was close enough to see that the one black dog had gray jowls. So I asked the owner about what had long had me in thrall.

Turned out that to take the young dog for a walk would leave the older one, a close buddy, home alone without companionship. This buggy ride was a compromise the three had come to, for the waning years of his older dog.

Talking to him about what I had thought was crazy from a distance, brought me back to reality that day. The man's compassion for his dogs, and my own ability to understand, helped me to accept us both and to feel more sane as a result