A Little Boy Threw Me a Line

Last Tuesday I caught a bus, visited a library, spent an hour in a playground and had three conversations with strangers.

None of it was planned.

I was just following a little boy around.

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I was tired.

But I wasn’t bored for a moment.

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I’ve been bored before.

One less invitation.

One less reason to leave the house.

One less challenge.

One less responsibility.

One day looks much like the next.

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I don’t think we notice it happening.

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Last Tuesday I caught a bus, visited a library, spent an hour in a playground and had three conversations with strangers.

None of it was planned.

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A little boy threw me a line.