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  • Feri lives in Romania. He is the son of a friend of a friend. I met him a few days ago for the first time. When he heard me speaking English to his parents, he smiled up at me and said, "How are you?" Then he counted to 10.

    He pointed outside to a tall mound of dirt and said, "Come."

    We went together to the backyard. I watched him climb the dirt mound and stand on top in a triumphant pose. He scurried down, took his plastic shovel and bucket and turned up the earth in small scoops. When he found a rock, he brushed it off, held it up for me to see as if it were a jewel and put it into my hand.

    I believe children are messengers of the gods. They bring their unfiltered lightness and remind us of the ease of joy, the necessity of silliness, the agelessness of discovery and wonder. When Feri turned his beaming love eyes toward me, I could not look away.
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