Once again, so small a good deed, but oh boy, did I get a kick out of it.
I was at the movie theater, stopping by the bathroom before I headed home. Outside, there was an adorable little girl of about three or four. Of course, the real question is, what was she doing by herself? When I asked where her mom was, she said, “In the bathroom,” and it’s true maybe she had just wandered around the corner…but still.
Yet I digress. Where I found her was on tiptoe trying to reach the water fountain (or bubbler, pronounced “bubblah” where I’m from near Boston). “Want me to lift you up?” I asked her. She nodded. Again, she should know better than to let a stranger touch her. And I suppose I could have ended up in the clink. But I didn’t care, because we looked just like the kind of hokey commercial that makes me tear up when I see it on TV, and I trotted on home feeling like a million bucks. I guess it’s just not that often you get to see your life happening from both sides of the lens.
Lift someone up.