An Inch and a Mile

How often does a busy man, an author, a mover and a shaker, one whose kids are raised, take time for a young boy? Patient. Kind. His face, gentle and wise, watching, listening, he smiles, enjoying the boy’s joy. Explaining with unusual connection and the most appropriate detail, paired with gently-timed silence, the skills and shortcomings of each small, stately piece in the infantry. The man with his cup of coffee, the boy with his genuine Mexican hot chocolate at hand, a battle was waged and won. The youngest, the victor. The greatest reward that day? Awareness of young self and elder co-existing on the same battlefield, young self as player, as potential victor in the face of tough odds. He grew that day, an inch and a mile.

Ann Lee