This afternoon I tripped and accidentally fell face-first into her struggle to live child-free.
I had no idea. I was stunned silent by the sudden onslaught of her sobs.
"I understand somewhat, more than you know," I finally managed. "How can you?" she must wonder. The commons area, swarmed with other migrating teachers, was neither the time nor place for me to explain.
What would you do if you were me? What do you wish they would do or say for you, those who trip and fall into your struggle?
I feel wretched.