Joy

I was standing in line at the post office and there was a 2 year-old with his granchild in front of me. The kid was sitting in the window and was about the cutest little boy you could possibly imagine.
They were waiting on a certified letter to be retrieved for them. The grandfather began to explain the long, difficult process- how it had gone to a former address, then he missed it when it was brought to the house one day, and so on. It took me a minute to realize that he wasn't talking to a postal worker buthe was talking to the child; but he was talking to him like an intelligent human being.
I don't see that very often and it always makes me feel good when I do witness it. It was sweetand very respectful. The little boy would respond with questions:
"Identification?"
"What's back there?"
"Where did she go?"
Each time, the grandfather would give very detailed explanations. The little boy would say "Oh" or "OK". Then would usually have a follow-up question.
It was sweet. The grandfather's voice was very respectful, kind, intelligent, and loving. People like that give me a lot of hope for people that I often lack.

A lot of times at the museum I see parents talk to kids like damaged idiots and the kids respond accordingly.

Anyways, this brightened my day. Until I got my package and discovered that I am a victim of mail fraud. I am an unwillingly recipient of a "Forrest Gump" DVD from Columbia House.
I was an unwilling viewer the first time I had to watch it...and now I can relive that experience over and over again.