Wanting to Help So Bad!

I was in the market checking out. I turned around to see this sweet little girl crying silent tears of agony. Her mom(?) was rubbing her back. Eavesdropping, I heard that she had slipped on something that was left lying on the floor in the store and hurt her knee terribly. And I was thinking to myself that I wanted, wanted, wanted to talk to that little girl who was already deeply in trance. Then, I thought, no, with all the crap going on nowadays, whispering in the ear of a child might not go over too well. Then I thought, I could coach her mother to take her child out of her pain and into a pleasant experience - just for the moment (I mean, everybody involved is in trance, right?!) . When she needed to feel the pain later on, she could. She had a choice. Then it came my turn to check out. All of a sudden, a glass bottle crashes behind me right next to my sandal-clad feet. I scream (I'm very responsive to loud, sudden sounds). Everybody (most importantly, the little girl comes right out of her pain trance to focus on me). Her tears stop, her eyes go wide, and her pain is gone (I know). I wish, wish, wish, I could have just taken it from there. But there was no way. The mother walked out with the child once again crying silent tears of terrible pain.

There's no moral here, or clever ending. Just a wish. I wish that every child and every parent could learn to use these natural trance states for the good of the children.

Maybe some day...