~ Pablo Casals
I recently
was waiting to be buzzed into a doorman building, but the doorman had stepped
away from his post. I tried to be
patient in the midday heat. Through the
glass door, I saw an adorable blond little boy running my way. He couldn't have been more than six years
old. And he opened the door for me. I looked around to see if his mother had
perhaps asked him to do that, but I did not see her. "Did you decide to open the door for me
all by yourself?" I asked him. Yes, he replied. When I walked in and headed toward the
elevator, I saw his mother, who had been looking for her son. I told her that he had been very kind in
opening the door for me and I thanked him again.
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