On patrol one evening, I felt a small tug on my sleeve. A young boy, shy but determined, looked up and asked, “Can we take a picture?” What started as one photo turned into six giggling selfies—until he set one as my lock screen, proudly declaring it “perfect.”

From that moment, he stayed by my side, his curiosity endless. We counted stickers, shared stories, and laughed until his cheeks hurt. Finally, I asked why he wanted to be with me all night. His reply was soft but certain:
“Because you’re nice… and you help people.”

That simple truth stopped me in my tracks. In his little eyes, kindness was power. Service was strength. And compassion was the dream.

A reminder that children don’t just see our uniforms—they see our hearts. And sometimes, the smallest act of kindness plants the biggest seeds of hope. 🌟💙