The sweetest moment I have ever encountered was while I was at work.
During that period of time, I disliked the restaurant (and I have to admit, I still wanna burn the motherfucker down) but I would work so there was less stress on my parents. Anyways throughout the day, the more I served, the more agitated I got at my parents. That was until this little boy came in.
This little boy wasn't normal like all the other boys in the world. He was socially and physically different. He had a syndrome, but as I was watching, it didn't get him down or discouraged. This little boy was an absolute joy to serve, he was polite, kind and well-mannered. We talked while his parents ate. We discussed the matters of the Sharks losing yet another game, school, life itself. I never thought a child, who was barely 10, could percolate life, ( It was almost poetic). But yes, time did pass and he had to leave. As he was leaving, he approached another table. This table was filled will airheaded jerks. They made fun of him while he was trying to say hello, some even ignored him. He was left standing there, flabbergasted, as if he had never experienced such rudeness.
But you know what !
He didn't care, he left the table with head held high and a bright smile on his face ! The smile illuminated the room with innocence.
The smile vanished
His body was on the ground and his head was facing down.
A young jerk had accidentally pushed his chair to hard when he got out, leaving the little boy being struck by the force. He stood their, with the same reaction the little boy has when he was laughed and ignored at, statue like. He did nothing, just as he had when the little boy was talking to him.
Physically, you could see the little boy was in pain. But he mind thought not !
A bigger smile grew upon his face, from ear to ear. He got up and laughed it off, without a care in the world. This little boy stood up to those jerks without knowing it. He left with his regards to them.
This little boy's innocence & acceptance reminded me of all those people who had it worse off than me, but could still smile and laugh. He was a child but yet he acted as a mature gentleman.
This little boy was too young to see the hate in peoples hearts.
