Roswell, GA. Pure love. 2003
This is Squeezy. It's been over a decade since I met Squeezy when I was helping out at the annual Hands On Atlanta volunteer day in the fall of '03. Together with a bunch of other volunteers, most of whom I'd never met, I helped build a storage shed for a low-income elderly woman who needed a helping hand. At various points during the day there seemed to be too many cooks in the kitchen. So I gravitated towards this adorable kid who couldn't get enough of the trail mix I'd brought—especially the M&Ms. No wonder he's so happy. There's a chapter in my new book, B.O.B. a blog story (vol. 1 — here & there), about my day with Squeezy and the circumstances that led up to our chance meeting. Squeezy must be around 13 now. I wonder if his beaming smile still has the power to melt sentimental fools like me? I hope he's happy.