Originally Posted by Kpastelle

Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't.

I understand the authorities and their decision. He was talking mostly with children and they were only out to protect us. I know he knew that this might happen (asking him to leave) he was not suprised.

What bothered me is my own reaction. I know I was young and afraid of being ridiculed if I helped him.

But there was something so sad in seeing him bending over every step he took to pick up the torn peaces of the books he was giving out spread out thrue the yard.

I wished I was stronger, I wished I didn't care what anyone tought of me helping him but I did.

And that reminded me of that time when jesus faced death and everyone that beleived in him kept silent because of fear. They were not children yet fear paralysed them nonetheless.

Going back to that time when I was a child, I still think even if I would have been an adult, I would have reacted the same way out of fear.