Beep, beep, beep…

A man stood beside me on the corner of the intersection. He was older, short and thin, with a full head of gray hair. As he waited, he continuously pressed the crosswalk button. The button beeped with each touch. Beep, beep, beep…

That day, I chose to walk across the busy roads without headphones. I wanted to be acutely aware of my surroundings as I was walked and pushed my precious babe in the stroller. I listened to each beep. Beep, beep, beep… and smiled. I could have easily become agitated by this noise. Instead, I acknowledged the presence of anxiety.

Finally, the green man popped up and signaled us to go. The old man walked-ran across the street ahead of me. He headed straight to the next button and tapped. Beep, beep, beep…

The noise faded as I walked away from him. And I laughed to myself. I thought, if only he knew what my compulsions were. If only any of us knew the things we do to cope, to regain some sense of control or power over our lives. If only…maybe we would love each other a little more and empathize with each little beep.

Beep, beep, beep…