The beautiful little blond kid bounces over to me, then shyly asks for a bandaid as his father stands back and smiles. I kneel down to his level and ask him if a Spider-man one will do. His face lights up with a massive grin that is instantly mirrored on my own face.
She cries without ceasing, her massive shoulders shaking with sobs. She is filled with guilt over the pills she took, not enough to kill her, but enough to alter her mental status and have her seeing snakes. She is terrified, her mental status not much more than a child. I take off a glove and reach for her hand, letting her feel how much I care as I link my fingers through hers.
I stop short as I notice a bowl of small, wooden animals from Africa in the booth beside me. My grandparents bought a collection of them for us when we were kids, but I haven't seen them in years. I pick up a few of my old favourites and caress them softly, lost in memories of childhood. I turn to my ever-present partner Ryan and tell him we have to come back here later in the Fair. I forget all about them as we get swamped with calls, but he slinks back that evening and buys a bag of them. (I know I'm not supposed to know about them yet....but another partner let it slip.)
It's the little things in life that can make your day...I feel blessed to be able to give and receive so much love. Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful world.
