Yesterday morning, Vincent came bouncing in searching for his baseball mitt and a ball, only to come back inside a few minutes later moping along about as low as possible. His friend changed his mind about playing catch, and Vincent was very sad. He went out to the backyard, where Luis was cleaning out his car.

A few minutes later, I glanced out the back window, and I saw Vincent glowing again. Luis was playing catch with him, hurt thumb and all.

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. ~Stacia Tauscher