Between two worlds

On my way to work I pass the school zone and I sometimes frown when I am obligated to drive at 20 mph. Occasionally the school bus appears before me with the unmistakable stop sign projecting from its side forcing me to halt my car, thus allowing several children to safely cross the street.

Does it make me a few minutes late for work? Perhaps.

Does it make me secure that in this part of the world, cars will stop for my son when he is old enough to cross the road? Certainly.

Does my heart bleed for Malala Yousufzai when I think about how we fail to protect our children in Pakistan as they commute to seek their rightful gift of education? Every day.