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One Kid At A Time

now1He’s probably not had breakfast in the morning, maybe only a modest dinner last night or maybe not. His house is a thatched hut but that doesn’t bother him. He has perhaps worn those clothes on him for months and maybe doesn’t know what a zip is. I don’t know him, yet I seem to know him deeply, like a soul connection. I will never see him again, that’s for sure but he will never be forgotten. And what connected us is a moment that is the beginning of mindblowing possibility.

This lad is my hope for the future of this world. It fills my heart with joy to see him walk on this earth. He is energy, power that can make anything possible. He is a world in himself. He is the fire that will keep the universe going. He is a tender little kid exposed to the infinite beauty around him.

One random morning, a random stranger pulled up in a car and handed him a notebook with crisp white paper and a box of crayons. He has perhaps never played with crayons ‘they are colour, you can do whatever you want with it, it’s yours,’ tells him the stranger and there breaks out a smile as fresh as a rainbow.

What will he do with these colours? How will his imagination play on the paper? Will a handful of paper and crayons change his days a little bit and his life? The stranger believes it will. If you never believe art can change the world, imagine what some colour can do to this child, the world is already a changed place – at least his world is.


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This entry was posted on January 24, 2013 by in Everyday Stories.

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