I was thinking about my experience going to a Black Friday sale with a friend this year. I don't usually go to them, but she wanted me to go with her. I realized she just wanted to talk outside her house about her baby who had died 24 hours after his birth, so I went to support her. We had a long deep conversation during the hours while we were waiting to get into the store. Finally, they threw open the doors and we walked in as people pushed ahead of us to get inside, shoving me backward so they could get in first. I picked up a few things that I wanted, but the mobs around certain popular items left me feeling sad after observing them from a distance.
They made a choice--the choice to be desperate. Desperation is always a choice, and I choose never to be so desperate that I'll treat another human being like an object or animal.
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