Books Are For All Kids, Big And Small
(I work at a library. I am helping an elderly woman find some children’s books: “The Boxcar Children,” “Nancy Drew,” etc.)
Me: “Are these for your grandchildren?”
Patron: “If I told you who I was getting these books for, you wouldn’t believe me.”
Me: “Try me.”
Patron: “My 80-year-old wife grew up with 13 siblings. They were very poor, and didn’t have the advantages I had. My mother always took me to the library, and I read everything I could get my hands on. I read these to my wife every night to recapture some of the childhood she didn’t get to have.”
(I started tearing up. Sometimes I really just love my job, and I love people.)
Question of the Week
What is the most wholesome experience you’ve ever had?