I was driving home one afternoon and was worn out from the day.

I turned down my street, and I found kids playing basketball near our speed bump.

I stopped, and I waited, and they glared at me as if I had done something wrong.

They took their sweet time, but the kids slowly parted, and I passed through.

As I watched one of them score in my rearview mirror, I couldn’t help but stare at my salt and pepper hair. In that moment, all I could think of was that kid was me 20-some years ago.

And if they’re lucky, and I hope they are, they’ll do the same for someone else down the road.

What about you?

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