Chad wrote in news:r3d6n5d1bbsr73gr389oqjohmsclo8deee@4ax.com:
> On Thu, 04 Feb 2010 22:07:18 -0500, NP-f31 wrote:
>
>>People used to share things like this in The Fort all the time, but
>>these days folks seldom do.
>>
>>I have been having an e-mail conversation about what being a
>>boylover means to me with one of the new boys in my life. Something
>>happened yesterday that is a perfect illustration of what it means to
>>me and how I deal with it. I shared this with him and I wanted to
>>share it with you too as this is something that probably happens to
>>all of us, but we don't talk about it. I wanted to see if others had
>>similar experiences.
>>
>>I was doing some grocery shopping yesterday at Walmart. I was in an
>>aisle and there was a lot of congestion. As I waited I rolled up
>>behind a mom and her (probably) four year old son. He was a
>>beautiful little fellow with a bored expression on his face, it was
>>bordering on melancholy. Mom was preoccupied and he was sort of
>>looking around for something of interest to stimulate him. I was
>>right in front of him on the other side of my cart. I waited until
>>he looked at me, which he eventually did, and I gave him my
>>biggest, broadest boysmile. It's that unique smile that I reserve only
>>for boys, it sort of says 'you're special' to the boy with whom I
>>share it. He was looking at me and the smile registered on his
>>face, I could see him begin to understand that I was paying
>>attention to HIM. As this realization occurred he responded with
>>the warmest, most genuine, happy expression I've ever seen. His
>>little face lit up! And the joy in his smile literally made my
>>heart jump. It was not only the reaction I'd hoped for, it went
>>beyond that. In that moment we connected. His Mom, at this point,
>>got behind her cart (they call them buggies down here) and took off
>>in the general direction I was heading. He immediately went from
>>one side to the other to look around her and maintain eye contact with
>>me. I gave him a little wave and began to follow them now that the way
>>was open. He grinned and waved back, clearly enjoying having a
>>playmate. As I reached the intersection a cart came from left to right
>>at speed and I had to wait to follow. Once I cleared the perpendicular
>>aisle, I lost track of my buddy. Then I saw him off to my right and
>>ahead of me. He was craning his body to keep me in sight. They
>>passed a display rack in the middle of one of the wide aisles and
>>he lifted up to look over so he could see me. He and his Mom were
>>now going the exact wrong way from where I needed to go. I debated
>>shadowing them for a bit longer, but decided that it would be the
>>wrong thing to do. I caught one last glimpse of him as I turned
>>left and I lifted my hand to wave and he was gone. I continued to
>>keep an eye out for him as I completed my shopping, but I didn't
>>see him. I still had a warm feeling from the sweet expression on
>>his face. I had made him feel good for a moment and he made my day.
>>
>>Isn't it amazing what a simple smile can do? Please share your boy
>>moments.
>>
>>Stay Safe,
>>
>>Doc
>>NP-f31
>
> Great story, Doc!
>
> The little connections that complete strangers can make have always
> intrigued me, particularly the connections between men and boys.
>
> A few weeks before Christmas, I was shopping (at my local Wal-Mart no
> less) and during the previous several weeks there seemed to be a big
> deal being made locally about teaching people, particularly school
> kids, the proper way to cover their mouths when they sneeze --
> sneezing into the crook of your arm instead of into your hands. I had
> been cleaning just prior to going to the store and because of my acute
> allergy to cleaning, I had already sneezed a few times before getting
> to the store. I thought I was done with them, but when I got into the
> spice aisle (I couldn't make this up, really) I saw a very cute lad of
> perhaps 9 or 10, who was pushing the cart for his mom. They were on
> the opposite side of the aisle from me, heading in the opposite
> direction. I stopped a few feet short of where the boy was and glanced
> over in his general direction. At that moment, I felt a sneeze coming
> on and suddenly, he lifted his arm upward and let loose a doozy of
> sneeze of his own, at which point I sneezed into my arm. He sneezed a
> second time, and so did I. We looked at each other, making eye contact
> and I started to grin at him, when his eyes closed and he sneezed
> again. In response, I sneezed once more. We looked at each other and
> laughed out loud. His mom even turned toward me and smiled at me and
> said "My goodness!" I shook my head, still giggling along with her son
> and said "Don't blame me, he started it!" at which point we all
> laughed.
>
> At that point, she put something into the cart and continued on and I
> got whatever it was I was getting and went on my way. Several minutes
> later, we wound up in the same aisle, again going in the opposite
> direction. He recognized me and I gave him my biggest broadest boy
> smile. He beamed back at me and then started to pretend like he was
> going to sneeze again. I chuckled and said "Don't start that again,
> young man!" and we both laughed.
>
> Chad (NP-b24)
Great story!
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