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Wow! This REALLY DOES give me hope that maybe…..just MAYBE…..as a society we AREN’T QUITE as for degenerated as I’ve been afraid of. You’ve GOTTA read this. And MAYBE…… Notice guys like THIS one NEVER make the news…….*sigh*

Wow!  This REALLY DOES give me hope that maybe…..just MAYBE…..as a society we AREN’T QUITE as for degenerated as I’ve been afraid of.  You’ve GOTTA read this.  And MAYBE……  Notice guys like THIS one NEVER make the news…….*sigh*

“This Mom’s Open Letter to ‘Mystery Man’ at a Baseball Game May Help Restore Your Faith in Humanity”

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/08/06/this-moms-open-letter-to-mystery-man-at-a-baseball-game-may-help-restore-your-faith-in-humanity/

““Isaiah was jacked up for his trip to the ballpark and his behavior reflected that,” she explained. “Every thirty seconds came pleas for cotton candy, sunflower seeds, popcorn, ice cream, balloon animals, face paint, and other such nonsense. Micah behaved like, well…..Micah and Thomas didn’t have a seat so he was basically crawling all over the place for the entirety of the game.”

But you were not annoyed by the number of times you were jabbed in the back as Thomas crawled like a monkey from seat to seat. Instead, you turned around and frequently engaged in conversation with my children, proclaiming that Thomas would be stealing his big brothers’ girlfriends in about 15 years so I had better be ready.

You couldn’t have been older than 24 or 25 and you were clearly at the ballpark yesterday to spend some time with the lovely young woman you had your arm around. Still, you made it a point to chat with Isaiah and encourage him to try to catch a foul ball and even took it upon yourself to race him down to the Brewers dugout three times in the middle of innings in the hope of getting a game ball tossed his way. You promised my son, “We will get you a ball, kiddo.”

…in the ninth inning…the man brought…Isaiah…to the dugout one more time and promised to get him a ball. But alas, it didn’t work. No ball.

Then came the surprise.

“That’s when you knelt down and gave him a Milwaukee Brewers baseball. His eyes lit up, he took it from you slowly and you told him, ‘Hey, I promised you a ball.’

It can be so easy to forget sometimes how small acts of kindness can have such a huge impact on our fellow humans. Holding open a door, offering a seat on a bus or subway, paying for a stranger’s coffee. All teeny little choices that can become a bright spot in an otherwise difficult day.

But you did more than that, sir. You made my boy feel like a rockstar. You didn’t have to. You chose to. And I am sincerely grateful to you for it. When my wiped-out children were tucked into bed last night, I took a few minutes to thank God for you. I asked that He bless you and draw near to you wherever you were. I prayed that the Lord would encourage you and honor your kindness by bringing joy to your heart.”

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By Doug

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