As the little boy struggled to run toward me, his mother seemed a bit embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but he seems to want to come to you. I don’t know why.”
Her 2-year-old son ran to me with his little arms extended and I reached down to pick him up. His mother smiled as she realized that I wasn’t bothered by her son’s eagerness for attention. As the toddler threw his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, I told her that I found her son delightful.
I don’t know why this little boy was so eager to see me. He and his mother had just arrived to look at a home that I was showing to them. He had certainly never seen me before. But he wanted my attention — and I was delighted to give it to him.
The meeting was only a few minutes. There wasn’t really anything of lasting importance about it. But as I look back over my day Monday, those are the only minutes that stand out as enjoyable and meaningful.

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Unity sounds nice, but truth is we need freedom to go our own ways
Cancer unexpectedly took Lucy before old age could finish her
Without empathy and persistence, high IQ is just a cheap parlor trick
If there’s something you must do, income and vocation might clash
Unhappiness can’t hide forever when life has gone very wrong
Little boy for whom I was named shows what my mother hoped for
In a saner world, we would never hear a word about Jussie Smollett
Without growth on similar paths, two people drift apart, love dies