Sometimes when I see how selfish people are, how callous, cruel, and oftentimes heartless they can be, I am disillusioned, sad, heavy hearted. The unfairness of it all makes me wanna cry ... well, during my weaker pms moments that is.lol
Anyway, yesterday on my way home from work, I happened to look out of my car window to see three young ones; two teenage boys, one black, one white ... and a smaller boy who appeared to be about 5 or 6 years old [he was also black] walking down the street. They came to a stop at a crosswalk. And while they waited for the light to change, the little boy reached out to hold the black boy's hand, but the teen pulled away. The little boy's head went down from rejection, his whole demeanor dejected. I felt sad for him; I thought to myself, it wouldn't have hurt the teen to hold the little brother's hand. Why is it that even our young ones are unsympathetic to one another. I turned away disgusted , I didn't want to see anymore.
But something made me look back at them, thankfully, in time to see the black teen smile down at the little boy, and then, wonders never cease, the teen reached out and took the little boy's hand. The little boy held the teen's hand and started to dance around a bit, grinning ear to ear--happy. The trio continued on their way ... and all three young ones were smiling.
This touched me deeply. It gives me hope for brighter days.