Believe in Humanity

• There were about 40 minutes tonight where I thought I lost my car key. It was pretty awful and I felt stupid when I found them right where I thought they were. But there was a pretty great part. I went back to the stadium (FHS football game) to look for my key and, as I was searching around, this 6th or 7th grade kid said, "Are you looking for something?" I told him I was looking for my car keys and he said, "We'll help you look!" Next thing I know, this kid and his friends - who had all been throwing rocks at the bleachers when I walked over - were combing the area under the bleachers for my keys. He asked me what they looked like, where I had been sitting, if I had checked with the press box to see if anyone had turned them in, how I was going to get home if I didn't find it. I assured him I'd figure it out and they continued to look while I went up to the press box. When I asked the adults up there if anyone had turned anything in, they just said, "No, not to us"...so I just left. When I went back down, the kid asked if I'd had any luck, and I said no. I told him I was going to go back to the school and he said they would keep searching. After I had found my key and gotten into my car, I went back to the stadium to see if he was still around, so I could thank him again, but the game was over and he'd already gone home. I hope he knows how grateful I was for his help. It was simply amazing that he was so willing to help me. How do you make sure your children (or the children you interact with) have that kind of compassion for other people? I want to learn. It was really beautiful.