The Transferee

I felt weak finding out what the vagrant attempted to do to me. It was the least I expected. I was treating him largely as just a man-child who was not capable of hurting anyone, and to discover him to be as violent as anyone else was dispiriting. The sympathy that I had on him had evaporated and was replaced by a wish for his early meeting of his comeuppance. I was wishing for justice for the perceived wrong done to me, yet the unjustness I had inflected on others never crossed my mind or was swept under the comfort of my indifference. My callousness had all but infected my moral compass that I was afraid it could never recover to regain the needle of righteousness that I had begun to treat with contempt.