This I Believe...

She walked towards the car with her head down. "Shae, he doesn't like me. He won't walk to the car with me after school." I swept her up into my arms and let her talk about her day. Her brother soon ran to the car and we traveled to grandma's house.

Fast forward a couple of months and this same little girl was leaving school when a classmate grabbed her backpack and coat and started to play keep away. She stood there, looking around and wondered what to do as her coat was eventually ripped in the struggle. Just when she had given up hope, a voice yelled at the classmate and soon the backpack and coat was returned to the little girl. The boy then went to the classmates older sibling and let them know what happened. The kids ran to grandma's van and then the boy said he had something to take care of and he ran back to the classmate and told her "What you did was not okay. If it happens again, I will go to your house and tell your mom how you've been treating my sister." The brother returned to the van and told his sister and grandma that he had taken care of the situation which left the sister smiling in gratitude.

Love. It may not often be expressed or felt by those closest to us and yet it's there and will come through when needed most. This I believe...