All too often, we hear negative stories about today’s youth. Rarely do we get to see just how great many of these young people truly are.
Today, I turned 56 years old. To celebrate my birthday, I took my 15-year-old Labrador Retriever (named Posey) to Bayside Park in Burlingame for one last time. Posey is suffering from a neurological disorder and will be put to rest this Friday.
As I lifted my aging and brave dog out of my car and began to walk toward the beautiful green grass at the park, I encountered a woman and a young man. The woman remarked how she too had an old dog once and wished me well. I thanked her and I continued my walk on an absolutely beautiful day on the shores of San Francisco Bay.
Just then, the young man turned around and said one of the kindest and most beautiful things anyone has ever said to me. He simply said, “Your dog looks so happy.”
This young man had no idea how much his words meant to me. The grief of losing a loving pet is overpowering and his thoughtful words allowed tears of joy to stream from my eyes. As long as I live, I will always be grateful to this fine young man who took a brief second to share his kindness with an old man and an old dog.