The Honor Was Mine...

sherpa
Mon, 23 Jan 2017 07:07:15 +0000

Several years ago as our family was traveling in a relatively poor country in Asia we visited a small reptile zoo and were approached by a teenaged boy carrying a guitar. He asked (in broken English) if any of us knew how to tune a guitar. My son is an accomplished classical guitarist and quickly tuned the guitar and they took turns playing. Unfortunately the guitar was missing a string or two, but that didn’t get in the way of them having a good time.

Unbeknownst to me, DW asked the boy for his mailing address. When we returned to the U.S. she bought a set of strings and mailed it to him with a short note. Several weeks later we received a very gracious thank you letter (letter, not note) in surprisingly decent English explaining how thankful and happy he was.

It was a wake up call to our entire family to learn how a simple act of kindness could affect someone so powerfully.