Today, I have a short story to share with you. This was an exchange between Conrad and I the other day. I have been thinking about it all week. There are many things that I could say about it, but I think the story will say enough.
A mother and her young son were walking home one warm afternoon. They passed an old man with twinkling blue eyes who playfully threatened to shower them with his garden hose. The boy looked up at his mother.
Boy: "That is a nice man, Mommy."
Mother: "Yes, Son. He is very nice. Did you notice his blue eyes?"
Boy: "Yes, Mommy."
Mother: "It makes me sad to think that I will never see your eyes when you are an old man."
Boy: "I will be sad when you die, Mommy. I will think of you every day."
At that moment the mother looked into the face of her young son and saw the eyes of an old man.
Mother: "I will think of you every day, too." (pause) "Let's go eat some dinner."
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