I wanted to share a story with you about something I witnessed this week.
I went to the local DMV to update my license. When I arrived, there was a young man outside. A young man with a shaved head, an earring dangling from his ear, a 4-inch long goatee, and jeans just riddled with rips and holes. Tattoes flowing like winding vines came out from under his pushed-up sleeves and nearly reached his wrists.
I entered the building and took a seat two rows back from an elderly gentleman whose cane rested near his leg. He was engaged in small-talk with his neighbor.
The young man came inside and took a seat just 2 chairs down from the older gentleman, leaving an empty one between them.
We all sit there for 20 minutes or so, and finally the older gentleman's name was called. Try as he might, he just couldn't get the momentum in his old knees to get himself standing up. Of all the people witnessing his troubles, it was the young man who jumped right up, put his tattoed arm around the gentleman's shoulders, took hold of the gentleman's forearm saying, "Here, I'll help you up, sir."
The older of these two looked at the younger, and the younger had a smile for the older man... a smile befitting a prince. It was indeed a beautiful moment.
