Revulsion rose up and everything in me wanted to keep walking and ignore what I saw. Barely had I gone two more steps when I knew what I was supposed to do. I made my way back to my car. Kleenex seemed less than adequate so I found a flyer talking about some seminar of signs and wonders I was never going to. The paper was quite thick in its construction though.

I walked back to the playground that children came to enjoy. Bending down I kept thinking to myself, “Did you ever think you’d be led to do this?” Using the flyer, I scooped the dried condom up and put it in a nearby trashcan. Revulsion still flooded my senses but I felt no anger, only sorrow. When we have no respect for ourselves, how can we possibly respect others?

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