Taped to our front door was a colorful crayon drawing of two smiling people with giant hearts on their chests and the words: “Thank you for being good people.”
Standing on the sidewalk was a tired-looking father beside his young son in a wheelchair. The man explained that the wallet contained money for his son Joshua’s medical equipment and therapy payments.
Losing it had nearly destroyed them. Joshua shyly admitted he had drawn the picture for us because his mother always said good people were superheroes. I looked at Darren and saw the guilt written all over his face as the little boy thanked us with complete innocence.
After they left, Darren sat silently on the porch staring at the drawing for a long time. Finally, he admitted he couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if we had kept the money.
That little crayon picture stayed on our refrigerator for years, reminding us both that sometimes the pure heart of a child can teach adults the kind of people they were always meant to be.
