Mystical

"A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal."

Steve Maraboli

In the grocery store, my heart was heavy and filled with sadness. Then there was this toddler sitting in the cart next to mine and he was screaming his head off. Tears rolled down his beet red face, and eyes were scrunched shut. Suddenly he opened them and looked at me, reaching out towards me.

His chubby little hand grasped my extended finger and he hung on tightly. I thought I was helping him until I felt the warmth only love can provide. There was kind light flowing through me, pushing away my darkness. His eyes were intense and I willingly fell into his compassionate stare.

Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small vial of bubbles. I opened it and blew a few into the now pristine air. He laughed and I smiled, so I offered another round.  I looked at his mom, who was choosing oranges, and asked if her son could have these bubbles. "Of course," she said, clueless of our mystical exchange.