This isn’t just a yemeni shopkeeper keeping calm. That’s probably his son.
He’s scared shitless. But he also knows that if one of those bombs hits his shop, they’re dead. So he’s being a parent instead.
In the face of crisis, the first thing a parent can do is either panic, making the entire experience worse for the kid, or stay calm and collected, demonstrating that “this too, shall pass.”
It’s weird, when I’m around my kids, I feel like my ability to make decisions is improved, I feel like I’m less prone to any sort of panic. There’s something about having them with me, I suppose it’s that I know that I need to be the one to “figure things out,” that helps me see things more clearly. Or perhaps I’ve just matured a bit. Or perhaps life has just beaten me down so much that nothing is new.
This isn’t just a yemeni shopkeeper keeping calm. That’s probably his son.
He’s scared shitless. But he also knows that if one of those bombs hits his shop, they’re dead. So he’s being a parent instead.
In the face of crisis, the first thing a parent can do is either panic, making the entire experience worse for the kid, or stay calm and collected, demonstrating that “this too, shall pass.”
It’s weird, when I’m around my kids, I feel like my ability to make decisions is improved, I feel like I’m less prone to any sort of panic. There’s something about having them with me, I suppose it’s that I know that I need to be the one to “figure things out,” that helps me see things more clearly. Or perhaps I’ve just matured a bit. Or perhaps life has just beaten me down so much that nothing is new.
It’s maturity and some of the latter for me.