I seemed to be the only driver on the road aware of the massacre in progress. No one else was swerving and leaping from their car, gently scolding the frogs for kamikaze behavior. No one else had frog slime on their fingers. No one else gave last rites to the little souls who survived the winter in a ditch and were crushed on their first day back in the sun.
There is too much speeding by and too little concern for the glorious details of this life. So many important things are being missed and uncared for. There are people in pain and children being neglected and water being polluted and frogs being crushed. There is no way to attend to it all, and surely not enough time in a day, but if we each care for a portion of the details, if we each attend to a specialized niche, the overall glory of this life we all share will shine a whole lot brighter.
So, I ask you, what is your chosen niche? What neglected details tug at your heart and compel you beyond reason to right a wrong or save a soul or care when no one else will? One niche for me is definitely roadside assistance.