I get up early 6.30 The first rays of the sun come through the window of my room, I wonder what it will be like today. I am slowly wandering the halls of the house without any idea, watching the day become more beautiful, thinking about what I could do today. while taking my first sips of morning coffee I decide to go for a walk in the nearby park while it is not yet crowded and there are free benches to sit by the river I get dressed and move on. the sun is warming more and more walks there is almost no joy I don't like crowds, I find a place under a linden tree and I enjoy nature 9.30 the park is slowly filling up they come from all sides I notice cleaning workers working selflessly on cleaning to make everything perfect.
at one point I hear the scream of a child and see his mother looking upset at the riverbed I wonder what can happen so much now I get up and watch people just pass by I think to myself if someone will come to see what is happening, no one reluctantly gets up and throws I look and notice that the ball fell into the child's river and I understand why he is crying. as the quay has stairs, I slowly go down and reach the ball with a tree branch, they come back and I hear the comments of passers-by, he sees a spoiled child who is to blame for not keeping things. and you put yourself in his position, I throw them a little frown, haven't you ever been a child and you don't know that this ball is the center of interest for him, so that you lose something that means silence to you suddenly I approach slowly to return the ball and the joy I saw then is indescribable I add a toy and warn the little one to be more careful not to be left without it again, he thanks and he and his mother slowly leave and I go back to my bench. when at one point a kid comes running with a flower in his hand and eyes full of gratitude he hands me a flower and says uncle this is for you, I take the flower and say thank you little one didn't need the kid turns and runs towards his mother and I sit and think so he couldn't I better go home slowly and along the way I think about how a small thing makes a man so big in someone's eyes.