I’ve become so disillusioned with humanity with so much hate and judgement about things the people who hate the most know nothing about. But, the other day, I experienced an act of kindness from a small group of boys enjoying a game of basketball down the street from where my son lives.
I was taking my 2 1/2 year old grandson, and my 4 1/2 year old granddaughter for a walk. My granddaughter is autistic, and my grandson has a yet to be diagnosed condition that has delayed his ability to walk.
One of the boys ask her if she wanted to throw the ball. She was thrilled! Of course the ball didn’t get anywhere near the goal, but they clapped for her all the same. One of the boys ask her if she wanted to do it again, picked her up and raised her to the goal and gave her the ball. It still wasn’t going to go in the basket, so just as she threw it, one of the other boys hit it the rest of the way in. She was so excited!
We walked past these three boys, looked to be 10/11, playing basketball. My granddaughter stopped to watch them and seemed to be enjoying what they were doing, My grandchildren don’t get out of the house very often (the reason why would take up a whole new post) and has never really been around other children to know how to interact.
I don’t know where these boys live, but I wish I could tell their parents what kind boys they were. It just took a couple of minutes to a make a little girl’s day and make a grandmother’s heart smile.
I DIDN’T GIVE UP! 