This morning I went to McDonalds as I do each morning. As I was filling my Diet Coke at the drink bar, a little Korean boy walked to the bar. He was about 2 foot 7 and could not reach the straws. He stood there with his hand stretched up as far as it could, but there was no chance. I guess most people would have said, “Hi there, little boy. Do you need a straw? Would you like me to get you a straw? What’s your name? There you go; can you say thank you?” I, being a highly trained handler of small children, said not a word. I plucked a straw from the container and handed it down to the little Kim Jong Short. He accepted the straw, looked me right in the eye, gave me a 2 foot 7 inch smile and walked back to his Daddy. I smiled too and walked to my car. A Chinese proverb says, “A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every person leaves a mark.” Maybe I left a pleasant one.
The Short Straw
Poppy October 2, 2017 No Comments on The Short Straw