Sunday Cuppa

We’re all individual threads, but together, we become infinitely stronger. 

A reader sent this along and it made me smile. 

Thought I’d share it with all of you:

I became Travis’ big brother when he was just 6 years old. He was a cute kid who lived with his Aunt who was and continues to be a terrific influence in his life. I had already been in the Big Brothers program for a few years in Miami and in Boston (during college). Matches usually last 2-3 years as someone often moves away, or grows up. I expected a couple year run with Travis. Tomorrow, 20 years later, I’ll stand next to Travis as his Best Man in his wedding. He stood next to me at my wedding 12 years ago, and for all the years in between – through thick and thin – we’ve been a part of each other’s lives….

Once when I was a federal prosecutor trying a civil rights case I brought Travis to sit through closing arguments. It was a criminal case where a racist had tried to keep a black woman from moving into his Broward County neighborhood through physical threats. He sat through the hours of argument perfectly behaved (imagine an 8 year old sitting still for 2 hours). When the verdict came back “guilty” he rushed into the well of the court and started hugging me (actually he hugged my leg given his height). I asked him what it meant to him and he said: “It means me or anyone can live anywhere we want to.” I had prosecuted hundreds of cases before and since – and many were much bigger or seemingly more important – but none had the poignancy of that verdict….

Sometimes, it’s the little things that make the big things seem so much more important in our lives.

Much joy to Travis…and everyone else out there who has had a "Travis" in their lives at one time or another.

You be the change you wish to see? And look where that can get you.

Now that’s a Sunday message, isn’t it?

(H/T to J & T.  Much appreciated.)

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