A few years ago, I went to Disneyland with my sister and her two children. At that time, they were probably ten and eight.
We were walking down Main Street to go across to Downtown Disney when John, the younger of the two children, 1 walking. He stood there for a few seconds with his eyes looking across the 2 . As I started to walk towards him to tell him to hurry so we could 3 the group, he started walking across the street.
I was just standing there thinking and trying to 4 what he would do. 5 he got to the other side of the street, he stopped in front of a couple and their crying child. If I had to guess, this kid was probably around the same 6 as John, if not a little bit younger. I saw them talking to each other for a moment, and then John 7 his balloon that he had just got to the kid. The parents looked completely 8 . The kid took the balloon, stopped 9 , smiled at John and said something to him.
Then John came back to 10 , totally happy. The parents were still watching him as if he was an angel. And the kid was smiling and talking 11 to his parents, pointing at John. So I asked him, "What was that about?" John answered calmly, "He kept crying. He shouldn't be 12 at Disneyland, so I gave him my 13 to make him happy. "
Then I asked, "You gave him your balloon?"
"Yes. His balloon might have flown away and maybe he didn't get one, 14 Mom bought me lots of toys, so it's OK," he answered.
The story is surely not as 15 as some of the other stories we have ever read, but to this day it still warms me a lot.
