Moved to tears

As a teacher, as a mother, not much moves me more than stories about kids in danger, kids doing heroic things, kids rising above, kids showing us the hope and promise of the future.

So, is it a surprise that this scene and this little boy — looking even littler given who he walks with — moved me to tears as I watched the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics?  Not hardly.

This little boy was a victim of the earthquakes in China.  He was trapped in his classroom.  20 of his 30 classmates died.  He managed to free himself and then set to helping rescuers to free more of his classmates.  When asked why he did it, he said that he was a class leader so he had to help.

Sniffle.

What an amazing kid.

I love the Olympics.  I sit and cheer and cry and allow myself wonder and amazement at the accomplishments of the athletes.  I love their stories and I admire them so much.  So, I can’t believe that somehow we managed to book our camping trip for one of the weeks of the Olympics.  Poor, poor timing.  Sigh.

We’re off for a week of camping — a last hurrah before school starts.

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