Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Anthony

I saw Carol today. As we stood talking in the park, a little boy, maybe 3 or 4 years old, ran as fast as he could down the sidewalk to where we were standing, and before I knew it, he had his arms around Carol in the biggest little boy hug he could manage. No words, just a hug. Carol knew his name. She hugged him back. Then he ran off to play. His name was Anthony.

Anthony wasn’t scared of Carol.

4 comments:

Eric said...

I'm smiling so big right now!! I love it!! Ha ha!

Thank you, Amber for having Carol as a friend. She's such a light to me.

The Cachinnator said...

Bless you and Anthony. Keep it going, Fancy.

FancyPants said...

=-)

Susanne said...

I love that. Children are so precious...they see everyone with Jesus' eyes, and it is so beautiful to witness. It gives us a tiny glimpse of what Heaven will be like. Thanks so much for that story! We should all be more like little Anthony.

Here's a similar story:
When I took my kids to visit my Grandma in the nursing home, the nurses were wearing purple scrubs. The two nurses nearest my daughter were African American, and my daughter asked me something about "that purple lady." The nurse heard her and cracked up laughing. I thought about how wonderful it is that kids notice a person's smile before they ever notice their skin color.