“This morning I had some work at a very run down apartment complex on the west side of town. As I was walking back to my vehicle, I noticed a young boy, probably 5 or 6 yrs old waving at me. He was holding a football and had a big smile on his face.
I waved at him and he waved back. He said something to me but I couldn’t hear him clearly. As he got closer, he asked if I would throw the ball with him because he didn’t have anyone else to play with. I was in a rush but I put my stuff down and threw with him for a few minutes. He was lit up with joy and happiness.
I told him I had to leave now and he said ok very sadly. I told him to be careful and if I came back by, I would throw some more with him later. He said in the most pitiful voice, “ Can you bring me some air to fill my ball up because it has no air” I felt compelled to do something for him but didn’t have anywhere I could go to fill up his ball.
Tomorrow I am going to stop by and leave him a new football and an air pump. This little boy didn’t ask for anything except some air and was very thankful for the flat football that he had.”
Credit to the rightful owner~