If you see me in the middle of a train wreck, metal warped and cars burning… Walk away. Don’t stand there and stare, gaping and gawking about what should have been done. Shaking your head, and wringing your hands about what could have been done. Walk away. Come back another day, when skies are blue , and you want to listen to what I have to say. If all you can do is watch in the middle of my pain, then walk away.