I have several stories I wanted to share from our local sport’s show over the weekend but I haven’t had it in me the last few days. My thoughts have been consumed by a little guy I met early Sunday afternoon at the show. He was about 6 or 7 and his communication was sign language.
He and his family were at our booth looking at knives. I watched as his Dad showed him a little pocket knife teaching him how to open and close it. He’d sign to his Dad and then look up at me, I think he was just as fascinated with me as I was with him. I finally bent down to his level and pointed to my lips and I said …
Can you read my lips?
He smiled and shook his head yes.
I smiled and asked a few questions and he’d nod.
With his Dad’s approval, I gave him the pocket knife.
He looked up at me and signed ~ “Thank you” and with the help of his Dad they taught me how to sign ~ “You’re welcome”.
But what has been tugging at my heart these last few days is that the little guy seemed more excited by my sign of you’re welcome than he did about his new pocket knife.