Hundreds of Human Ants/James L. Buie

As I was walking to my next class I saw the hundreds of human ants walking around concentrated on getting to their ant hill. They were at a face pace not able to see the things around them nor the other people walking beside them. Occasionally I would hear, "How you doing?" Then they would walk right passed you not caring what you said. I bet it would been hard for them to ponder how beautiful the snow was or to see a homeless person who is freezing to death. They might of seen him but they wouldn't of wanted to slow down their pace and make themselves late according to the clock of the world. Before I was one of these ants rushing from class to class. Oneday I was walking so fast because I was going to be late to an English class. As I was walking to the English building, I saw this paralized young lady in a wheelchair strolling the same path I was headed down. "Do I stop and talk to her" I asked myself. Something said in me yes. She was so happy that I talked to her. It made me happy to. I am no longer an busy body ant but an observant warrior to society.