Its interesting to me how small things can bring you back to moments in life so quickly and you experience deja vu. I had one of those moments that quickly turned into a little post traumatic stress and I was a wreck for a good half hour until I gained some control of myself. There is an LDS woman that has two kids that follow Emma's violin practice. She has to bring all four of her kids, two of which are Sadi and Jackson's age. I've spoken with her a few times and just last week we asked each others names.
So yesterday as I was leaving Emma's violin practice to go home I walked out to see her three kids still in her vehicle watching a movie. I freaked out. It was over 85 degrees outside and the windows were rolled up. She had an 8 year old in the car with her two babies so I'm sure he could've opened up windows or doors if it got too hot. But what if he didn't? Or he lasted longer than the other two or just fell asleep in the heat? I quickly jumped in their car and just told them I was going to roll their windows down so they didn't get too hot. It didn't scare them. I think they were too enthralled in the movie. I walked across the street to my home and went in my room and. broke. down. Was it any of my business? Was rolling the windows down good enough? It was for a half hour and now it was taken care of. But I HAD TO SAY SOMETHING!!! Would you have crossed that boundary? I barely knew her. However, i got up the courage and wiped my eyes and walked back across the street to pull her out of the violin lessons. I'm sure I made her feel like a terrible mother. Of course that was not my intention. I shared a brief story with her and let her know that I rolled the windows down. She did what a mother caught off guard would do and ran out to check on her kids who were fine and told me she intended to leave the air on in the car, but must have turned the key too far to turn it off. What should I have done? Should I have left it at rolling down the windows and called it good?