I went out with my family Monday night to P.F.Chang for my
birthday meal. (Don’t ask how old I
am.) I asked seven-year-old Greyson if
he wanted to take the umbrella and go out with mw to meet his nine-year-old
cousin, Bennett. Greyson replied, “Sure.” I grabbed the umbrella and we headed for the
doors. Of course, Greyson had to go
through the revolving door. As he pushed
on the big door, he slipped on the wet floor and fell on one knee. And the tears began and the sobbing
began. I tried to console him, but
nothing would do. I rubbed his knee
telling him that he would be all right. But
he just cried and cried. I continued to
soothe and rub. Finally, his crying eased
up. I said, “Greyson, you weren’t that
hurt.” He answered, “But I’m just an
emotional kind of guy.”
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