Years ago I was in KC for a week for business.
We went out to a hockey game one night, and there was this kid sitting in front of us with his mom and sisters.
He had one of those jumbo bags of peanuts, and he was sharing with his family.
I messed with him and stuck my hand out for some. He looked to his mom for approval, and she nodded. He held the bag out and let me get a few.
That process repeated for two or three more rounds, and he never did anything but offer me more peanuts and smile.
At the break, I went to concessions.
After the game resumed, I tapped him on the shoulder again, and he turned with more peanuts for me.
I shook my head no, and brought out a souvenir puck with the team logo and a t-shirt in his size.
I swear, I will never forget the look on that boy's face! His mouth fell opened and his eyes got as big as the puck.
He didn't know this was the first time I'd traveled away from my own young son, and that I was missing him and the rest of my family.
His generosity was rewarded, and so was mine.
