We are formed and molded by our thoughts. Those whose minds are shaped by selfless thoughts give joy when they speak or act. Joy follows them like a shadow that never leaves them. (Buddha)
Eight AM. The doorbell rings. My hair is in pre-brushed condition. I wonder if delivery trucks could be on the road already.
“No, it’s a little boy,” my husband says. “I saw him come up the walk.”
A child, no more than seven years old, appears on the other side of the door, his dark eyes wide. He hands me the morning newspaper.
“Why, thank you,” I say. “That was very kind of you.”
He dips his mask for one moment to show a full-faced smile.
My paler face responds to his sweet, rich chocolate grin.
I don’t recognize the child, but my heart has taken a photograph.
He runs up the street, his backpack announcing the beginning of a school day.
My day has begun with an unopened newspaper and news of a different kind. Good exists. It lives in the spirit of a small boy made of large kindnesses.
I hope that our painted sidewalk and lawn sign make clear important facts: Black Lives Matter. People with Down syndrome have innate value. Individuals from every part of the globe are unique men and women, not alien things.
Hours later I treasure the earlier part of the morning. The blessed gift of a hand-delivered newspaper. Much more than a five-second smile.
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