How One Teenager’s Quiet Act of Kindness at a Birthday Party Lifted My Visually Impaired Son and Restored My Faith in the Next Generation

was different. It wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t pointed.

It was surprised. Curious. Almost delighted.

Another child stepped closer. Then another. Within seconds, two more kids joined in, copying the same ridiculous, joyful movements.

Then five. Then ten.

The music seemed to swell back to life. The energy in the yard turned around so quickly it almost felt magical.continue reading …