Today, a little boy held my hand while I crossed a busy road. He was already holding his father’s hand – he just took mine to keep me safe. I’ve never seen him before; I’ll never see him again. But I’m grateful for having held that child’s hand.

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What a beautiful interaction! Thank you so much for sharing your story. It’s moments like these that make life so precious.

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