As we waited for the train next to the stairs that came down from the street level, two women with a young boy between them came rushing down. They were each holding one of the child’s arms and in their hurry they pulled him too fast and he fell down the last few steps…first on his face then on his back. He was about five I’m guessing and as he lay there crying I had to resist the urge to run over and comfort him. Both women were screaming at him to get up. As he was finally yanked to his feet and told to shut up, I had to turn away and fight to keep the tears in my eyes from beginning to fall. I got on my train and prayed silently for that little boy…and as much as I could, for whoever those women were. I also prayed for myself to understand what it is I should do the next time I am witness to the uglier side of humanity. Should I have said something? What if saying something made it worse? As I sit here in the airport now every crying child brings that moment in time back into focus and I find myself lost in this one question…”What will it take to change humanity?…What will it take?