It had not given him judgment.

That was something he was still learning, and something adults were responsible for teaching.

Before I left, a woman asked where she could donate a child’s helmet.

I guided her to the proper desk.

She thanked me as though I’d done something remarkable, when all I had done was point across a room.

I drove home with an unfamiliar sense of humility.

There were ways to help that didn’t require danger, secrecy, or a grand sacrifice.