Compassionate friend.

A memory from 5th grade. There was a boy in my class who struggled with controlling his bladder. It really upset me to see him go through teasing and the difficulties with embarrassment. I will never forget seeing a puddle forming under his chair one day and the look of fear he had.  This is something I told my father about.  Dad's reaction was one of care and action.  It makes me emotional to think about it now. Dad suggested we arrange to pick him up and bring him along to his sister's farm in Harvey for a visit one weekend. We always had a blast there as kids and this proved to be true for this young boy as well when he came with us. I loved my Dad so much for his heart of compassion.