Beside my front door, on a little white table, I have a simple first aid kit. It’s full of ointment, wipes, and lots of band-aids. God only knows how many band-aids we’ve applied here at Seneca Center.
I try to tell the kids that band-aids, in and of themselves, don’t make a bump or bruise feel better; if it’s bleeding, it needs a band-aid, but if not, there is no point to using (yet another) one.
My words are lost on them.