Friday, February 22, 2013

the impression that counts

They walked into the coffee shop, a tall dark-haired young man, roughly about 17 years old. Beside him danced a little girl who looked to be about 5.  Her dirty blonde hair hung past her shoulders and halfway down her back, and her eyes were full of adoration as she walked importantly towards the counter where the barista stood waiting to take their order.

From my perch on the couch where I was 'enjoying' a date with my Med-Surg book, I glanced up as they came in.  I happened to overhear a dialogue between the barista and the boy.

"What can I do for you?"

"Oh," he nods to the little girl, "this is my little sister and it's her birthday, so I brought her in for a treat." He looks down at the girl, "would you like a milkshake?"

A few minutes later, they choose a high, round table to sit at as they waited for their order.  The girl had to climb/heave herself onto the chair, but her smile proved the fact that she was in her glory.

I smiled to myself and thought how rare it is in this world today to see a big brother willing to take his little sister out for a birthday treat.  So many boys today would consider stopping to such a thing to be quite unmanly and definitely not macho. 

But somehow, that simple act of brotherly kindness gained much more respect from me then any cool, macho boy ever will.

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