At the end of graduation last year, bouncy balls were all over the floor. The graduates had thrown them instead of throwing their caps. After the ceremony, kids flooded the floor to get a bouncy ball. My friend Brett, who's 16, got excited and got one, too.
One kid was left without a ball--the one he was going for was taken by another kid who was faster. The boy began to get teary eyed, and his older brother told him to quit being a wimp.
I watched as Brett walked over to the boy, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the bouncy ball that he had been so excited to get. He gave his bouncy ball to the boy.
The expression on the boy's face said it all. Brett walked away like it was nothing.
Watching that, seeing him do that, meant everything.
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