a small frightened boy running to me
a small frightened boy running to me for help. He could not get a ride, the car was stolen or broken. I took him back inside the building ,where I used to live in 2002, too see if his parents or an adult could help. The security in the lobby tried to run over me with the floor clearer, he was Hispanic or Latino. The little boy that I was holding turned in to a mans' head which looked like a former friend whom I dated and worked with.