When the short, old, white guy in a blue jacket drops by the café where I write, like clockwork, a couple of beefy regulars shout, jumping out of their seats, and one-by-one, heave their hulking bodies into his arms for a hug.
I was in awe. This 'simple' act of kindness had the ability to restore life! How many others out there craved love in the form of a hug? How many longed for the touch of another, yet were denied this act of grace?
As a parent, I'm often wondering what my kids will inherit from me. The question for me is less about possessions and more about values, ideas and an understanding of the world. What are the things worth giving to them to guide them as they grow older? What is it that matters?