This past weekend in New York, the beloved son of my close friends was wheeling my suitcase as the whole family and I were on our way to brunch. Another friend was leaving, there were goodbyes and hugs on the sidewalk, when the son’s mother saw our bus leaving the bus stop ahead of us… we only partly paid attention, when suddenly a strange man grabbed my suitcase and the son and started moving quickly away from us. I yelled, HEY! HEY!!!! thinking he was kidnapping the boy and stealing all my stuff. He turned and I saw it was my good friend, the son’s father.
A challenging rut in my brain: a man moving with intent is somehow aggressive, scary, or bad.