"Grampa, are you hot? I will cover your head and give you more shade," said the small girl with grand-daughterly devotion.
Gramps noticed the purple umbrella hovering just above his head, and saw her small hands bearing it solemnly. "Oh, thank you!" he said. "You don't have to.."
Nevertheless the purple umbrella did not move. The little sentinel was convinced he needed her help, and she wasn't about to let him suffer. That would be unthinkable.
People say quite a bit about 'random acts of kindness', the kind that pop up all over the place on our behalf. The bandaid when grandma is injured; the towel instantly grabbed when a drink is spilled; the garden that is dug and weeded and cared for as soon as Dad grabs his hoe. The three growing grands seem constantly to erupt with random kind acts they think 'Grams' might need. It is the sweetest thing.
Acts such as these have the effect of oil on the waters, truth be told. Soothing, smoothing, reassuring. Who could be grumpy for more than just a moment, in the presence of this?
If you ever feel that the world is sinking to new lows every day, and you wonder if it is going straight to 'somewhere' in a hand basket, just look for someone who is a couple of feet shorter than you. And then let yourself be encouraged.
With each new child the world has a chance to change. And that isn't random.
See you along the way!