The heart of a child, unwounded yet by the inevitable battles and struggles of life and untarnished by the world that is waiting so eagerly to crush dreams and extinguish hope, is a precious gift. However, as children, we know not that what we have is irreplaceable. Therefore, as adults, we must recognize this gift an enjoy it. Maybe it was meant for us all along - to serve as a reminder of where we come from, to rekindle the hope and rebuild the dreams that we let die to our foes.
My stepdad is battling cancer. He has seen it all; chemo, radiation, surgery - you name it. These procedures have left him with only the partial ability to speak. We understand him well, but he must speak quietly and constantly wet his mouth because his saliva glands no longer work.
My Aunt Jackie was relaying these facts to her boss, Rhonda, during a random chat at the office one day. Rhonda's seven-year-old daughter Chloe was around that day, and she happened to overhear the conversation between the two women. Upon leaving, Chloe asked her mother if they could stop at the store and purchase come Magnet Doodles. Rhonda inquired as to why Chloe wanted to make such a purchase. Chloe told her that she wanted to buy them for the man who had cancer and couldn't talk anymore so that he could write down the things he needed to say.
Chloe's gift of a simple, inexpensive children's toy holds within those magnets the gift of love.
Children find everything in nothing; men find nothing in everything. ~Giacomo Leopardi
Thank you, Chloe.
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