I came across this poem on an NPR podcast called Hidden Brain. All the stories in the podcast were concerning empathy in one form or another. In the ending moments author Karen Edds reads this poem. As I sat in my car at the end of a airport runway sipping Dunkin' Donuts coffee, I examined the afternoon sky with it's paint brush cloud formations and listening to a gentile female voice coming through the car speakers. I thought of the decisive moment.