I feel like the guardian of lost children and solo travelers.
This past weekend we were in Houston for the World Cup and we spent most of Saturday at the Houston Children’s Museum. Towards the end of the visit we were walking down the stairs and we passed a kid who seemed to be in a bit of distress. I turned around and sure enough he was crying and lost. Turns out his name was Ben and he was in fact lost and looking for his mom. I introduced myself, asked what his mom’s name was and then walked with him to find a staff member to help locate his mom.
It is weird, but this is not the first or even second time I have helped a lost child. There was the kid at Disneyland who I found hiding behind a garbage can, there was the little girl who was wandering the soccer pitch at one of Oskar’s games and then the treat or treating princess who couldn’t find her mom while out on Halloween night in the Marina. In all of these situations, I have stayed with the lost child until either their parents were found or those in charge were able to take over.
And this isn’t limited to children in need, I have found myself assisting multiple solo travelers along the way as well: the girl who fainted on muni on the way to work, the guy who had a seizure on the Greyhound bus and the woman who crashed her car on the way back from Timber Cove.
Is this normal? Does this happen to everyone? I am always happy to help but this seems a bit higher than average.
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