As I drove the kids to school today, we came across two kids fighting in the middle of the road. One kid was pummeling the other, and the kid being beaten was crying. I stopped, just as another motorist did. Words were exchanged and I threatened to call the police. My words seemed to be enough; I wasn’t looking forward to physically breaking up the fight in front of my own kids. Driving away, I felt despair for those kids, who seemed to be brothers. I don’t know what leads a couple of kids to fight in the middle of a main road on a Thursday morning, but my heart breaks for what their lives must be.