Should I be Worried?
I am worried…about someone I have never really even met. My volunteer partner for the WinterWonderGrass Festival spotted him first and said, “Looks like this one is in trouble,” as he glanced at the young man staggering toward us. He stopped just short of our post to lean against the trash can and look hopelessly at his phone. After a few minutes in his dazed stupor, he wandered in our direction. The mother in me took over and I stopped the freckled faced, red haired young man wearing the fedora style hat who was reeking of alcohol. He could hardly stand up and was so disoriented that he couldn’t remember where he was, where he was staying or even who he was with. In his khaki pants and thin, raggedy sweater, I knew he would probably freeze once the sun went down if he fell asleep in the snow. He definitely needed help. I left my partner to man our station and took the young man toward the entrance of the concert. He was not thrilled about going with...