Good morning. I’d like to share a nice little story.
Yesterday, while driving Yossi to school, I stopped off at a gas station in Lakewood on the way so he can get himself a drink. I gave him a $5 bill to pay with and sent him in by himself.
When he came back into the car, he slapped the $5 bill back into my hand. He had the drink in his other hand, so I gave him a questioning look.
He said, “I went to the counter to pay and there was a police man there. He waved to me to go and said “chow little boy.” So I asked him, “you payed for it?” and he said “yes”. So I said thank you and here is your money, Mommy.”
There is still a lot of good out there. We just need to want to look for it and we will find it.
I have no idea who this police man is, but he warmed my heart.
(TLS welcomes your letters by submitting them to [email protected])
They say crime doesn’t pay, but apparently the kind men in blue who fight crime DO pay. Pun intended.
How is that a pun? Please explain?