
Several years ago, one of the kids I see – a little boy, seven or eight years old at the time – came bounding into my office clutching two small rocks. Proudly he opened his hand and said, “These are for you!” Maybe they were from his rock collection at home or maybe he picked them up in the parking lot on his way into my office. Doesn't really matter. They are not diamonds, rubies, or emeralds. Yet, they are priceless. This little boy thought of me and wanted to do something to make a difference in my day and to let me know that I mattered to him.
I still have these rocks in my office. I see them every day and I think of that kid every time I see them. He’s gone on to continue his life’s adventure, but I have this reminder of the crossing of our paths. I only hope I’ve made as a big a difference in his life as he has in mine.
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