"You are setting a good example for your little one, there", he said.
(stunned) "Thank you.".
"She looks content. She's going to be stronger one day because of you".
(jaw drops) "Why, thank you so much.".
"You both have a good day".
"We will. Thank you. Enjoy your walk.".
I immediately broke down in tears, as I logged my final mile home. It touched me. It moved me. The run and the moment felt *right*.
"Courage", he said.
"Oh ... yes.", I replied, as I realized that he was reading my shirt.
"Your daughter is sweet ... and her mama must have a lot of courage".
"Yes, I'd like to think that I do.", I replied.
"I am 92, can no longer walk, but I still am strong and have been courageous my whole life. I could tell you stories of the war and the courageous battles we fought. We were brave. But I have fought courageous battles my whole life. And I always survived.".
He went on to tell me what the Bible states about 'courage' and how much you need it throughout life.
He finished with, "You continue to be courageous and enjoy your little one."
As I contemplate and plan all of the paths that I am taking through life, I only see these two recent interactions as great signs of great things to come. Either that, or there are only little-old-men and stay-at-home moms out-and-about on a Wednesday afternoon.
Be courageous. Be brave. Be you.