we-all-do-better-when-we-all-do-better

I explained last year that one of the reasons I call 911 (if gunfire is within a 2-block radius here in my beloved warzone) is because emergency responders might arrive in time to save someone's life.

I've been pondering the question if I called 911 yesterday morning as usual, would the police have arrived a few seconds sooner than they did? And if police did arrive sooner, would those few seconds have made a difference in saving someone's life, just a short distance from my house?

I don't know.

When we fail our best nature, perhaps we don't really have options but to try doing better in the future. I know that living in the warzone for so long has changed me, and I probably don't know the full extent of that change. Next time, however, I will remind myself that being Mr. Crankypants at 5:55am and losing patience with the inhumanity of humanity is NOT a good reason to avoid calling 911 to report local gunfire.

After work today, I did some very minimal gardening. Here's another plant incomprehensibly deciding to flower very late in the season and during a strong drought. It's in my front yard, almost within arm's reach of the asphalt street.

Sometimes, foolish organisms do wonderful things, given the opportunity. It's precisely the magic that's worth watching in this weary world.