I’ve just read an extremely moving and human story of a little boy who was abandoned by his mother and badly abused by his father. In all of this he befriended an 86 year old woman who saw how wounded and broken he was. She noticed the slowness of his walk and the way he always looked down with his hands tightly buried in his pockets. She desperately wanted to change this in him, so in her wisdom she decided to buy him a gift, a kite with a ball of string.
It wasn’t long and there he was, running in the field looking up, with his fingers tugging at the string and the kite diving and climbing in the sky. A simple act of kindness and loving insight, and as the story goes, this little act became the very seed of a major change and healing in his life.
Imagine the compassion, the beauty and practicality in a heart, that is able to look at a little boy who always looks down, and decide that he needs a kite. I think we’ve all needed someone like this at some stage in our lives.