With all the horror stories out there, I thought I’d add a happy tale of a little Wal-Mart encounter of a few years ago that still warms my heart.
I love kids and have four of my own and eight grandkids. I’m a Scoutmaster and also donate a week each year to serve the 12-year-olds at our church’s girls camp.
One year, while driving to girls camp, my wife and I stopped at a Wal-Mart. We quickly separated to our favorite sections of the store. As I was pushing my cart down an aisle, minding my own business, an “active” little boy came barreling along with his cart at a right-angle to my own, and nearly hit me. His mom was a little embarrassed and kindly asked her boy to slow down. She struck me as being a very nice lady, and the boy seemed to be a real sweet kid. I think he was a little afraid at nearly clobbering an old guy (and I’m big, too — 6′ 3″ and 300 lb!). He looked up at me with a scared little look, so I responded instinctively.
I scowled at him with my most-ridiculous-possible face and maybe even snarled a little. I then got into my fighting stance and brandished my right arm as if it were a sword.
Junior immediately responded by getting into what must have been some sort of Power Ranger fighting stance, with his sword out and ready to do battle. I might have said, “C’mon, man”. He ran at me with the biggest grin you ever saw and commenced hitting me playfully with his “sword”. I warded off his blows retreated, totally “defeated”. I could hear the boy and his mom laughing as I rounded the next corner.
Yes. There is still some sanity left in this world.
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