So there it goes. The conclusion of the 3rd Annual AiSO National Conference. Part of me is relieved, from the shakey start we had, but most of me is saddened that I was too busy running the conference to get to know these participants.
But this post isn't about that.
I was walking home to the beautiful sunset the evening after the conference had ended and came across two kids playing catch in my housing area. I flashed him a smiled, greeting him as I pull my earphones away from where they were.
He stops and smiles back, holding a blue bouncing ball, the ones with the tail-like protrusions. Then, we talked.
He asked where I was from, stating that he and his younger brother had moved here from Kansas. I replied accordingly, stating my home country. In response he asks: "Is it further than Wichita (to Ames)?". I responded with a resounding nod: "Why yes, much further away than Wichita".
Upon leaving him to continue playing with his younger brother, the kid asked: "Would you be my friend?". And it struck me. To take a step back, look at the big picture and realize how well-off I am, how privileged I was, that I overlook even the simplest things in life.
Needless to say, he might just be the most important friend I've met. I baded my farewells and headed home, with a tear in my eye, and the most sincerest of feelings overdue.
Life is beautiful.
But this post isn't about that.
I was walking home to the beautiful sunset the evening after the conference had ended and came across two kids playing catch in my housing area. I flashed him a smiled, greeting him as I pull my earphones away from where they were.
He stops and smiles back, holding a blue bouncing ball, the ones with the tail-like protrusions. Then, we talked.
He asked where I was from, stating that he and his younger brother had moved here from Kansas. I replied accordingly, stating my home country. In response he asks: "Is it further than Wichita (to Ames)?". I responded with a resounding nod: "Why yes, much further away than Wichita".
Upon leaving him to continue playing with his younger brother, the kid asked: "Would you be my friend?". And it struck me. To take a step back, look at the big picture and realize how well-off I am, how privileged I was, that I overlook even the simplest things in life.
Needless to say, he might just be the most important friend I've met. I baded my farewells and headed home, with a tear in my eye, and the most sincerest of feelings overdue.
Life is beautiful.
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