The Christmas Gift


Today, Dixie was running wild at the dog park with her friends. She is a beautiful sight when she runs like that. Dixie had also partnered up with an elegant boxer, and all six dogs, the two German shepherds, the wolf-hybrid, the Samoyed-Malamute, the boxer, and a golden retriever  ganged up on a smallish, black, dog, breed undetermined. I went to rescue the poor, out-numbered pooch, who really was wagging his tail enthusiastically, but whose owner was on the verge of hysteria. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name.

I turned to see a tall, young man grinning at me. “Do you remember me?” he asked.

“Well, you are an adult now, and your appearance must have changed a lot. How do you expect me to identify you, young man?” I think quickly on my feet. “But I know you were one of my students.”

He laughed. “It’s me, Kevin.” And without another word he gave me a bear hug and a kiss.

His friend was laughing and betting I wouldn’t know him either.  He was right. But a few minutes later we had a proper reunion right there in the middle of the dog park that was relatively empty because all sane people were in their warm homes.

We chit-chatted for a few minutes when I asked, “Well, Kevin, what are you doing with yourself these days?”

“I’m studying journalism at the UK.”

“Journalism?”

“I’m going to be a writer, like you.”

????

This afternoon was one of the best Christmas presents I’ve ever had.

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2 thoughts on “The Christmas Gift

  1. the best gift when you are a mentor and an example to others, I am sure you have others like Kevin and don’t it yet or maybe you do.
    FELIZ ANO NUEVO !

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