We’re driving cars fast and furious, rushing for the train to get to work on time. We are feeding our children pop tarts for breakfast; cereal eaten in a stick. We are noisy, horns beeping, road rage rearing its ugly face. We are driving though a drive-thru to get a flu shot. We are just busy, too busy to stop and see the homeless man sitting in a corner in the train station. We run past him. Too restless to know we need rest. Too busy to notice our business; too busy letting the small things go unseen.