When a girl says she has a happy moment, most people think of retail therapy or ponies or sunflowers, not this girl (well yesterday anyway). I was driving to my Mecca, the Christmas Tree Shops, wondering what junk I will discover that I all of a sudden NEED to have, when a figure on the side of the road caught my eye.
From a distance it was a young man in all black clothing carrying a book. As I moved closer I was taken aback by his appearance. He was no more than 15 in a well pressed black suit and an ice blue tie, carrying a Bible walking to/from church. He made me smile.
I’m not a deeply religious person so my delight was not in the fact that he practiced his religion, rather it was in the fact that this child took time and effort to make time for himself. He wasn’t in sweats playing video games or on his cell outside of a 7/11 somewhere, he was literally living for the day. You could tell he wasn’t dressing to impress someone, you could see he had respect for himself in all the little details that would usually fall by the wayside. His suit was spotless, his shoes were shined and his face was serene. I don’t know his name or his story, but I do know he gave me hope that there are good kids out there who still respect the ways of tradition and find meaning in the world around them.
