When I was a little boy I wanted, more than anything, a set of those flyers goggles with the fur trim around the edges. Never got them, lucky to have enough food and a hand me down shirt.

Today, Jacqui and I went to a few yard sales. There on a table was a gun belt, holster, cartridge holder and hand cuff pouch. A little boy was fondling it and trying to figure a way to get the $5.00 price. He walked away disappointed, and I bought the thing. It was like new but that little boy was me 70 years ago. I bought it and started for the car. There, with his head hung down was the little boy and his Mother. I asked if he would like to have that belt and he was too embarrassed to look at me. A look from his Mom said he did and that it was ok, so I gave it to him. I couldn't read his mood, but his Mom was almost in tears; with profuse thanks from his Mom we left.
He doesn't know it, but he made my day.