be not scared

I was feeding Moxie the other day, glanced out the window, saw a troup of special-needs kids walk by and lost it. I mean, I lost it. Put down Moxie’s food, head in my hands and bawled. The big, gulping kind of bawl. The damn-I’m-losing-it kind of bawl. Concerned, Micah came around, “why are you…