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We have never met or even corresponded, but I thought of your family the other day. I teach high school and came across a young man lurking outside my building instead of going to an assembly. After he gave several reasons that didn’t make sense for why he was there, he confessed it was really to watch and see if the elevator came down. He just really loves elevators you see. His face lit up and he told me all about the OTHER elevator at the school and why he likes them so much (“when the door closes it’s like a whole other world in there”). I walked him over to the assembly and we chatted the whole way about elevators. Now I see him hanging around by the elevator, which he doesn’t every day, I smile and he smiles back, and I think of your boy and how he’s got a kindred spirits out in CA.

Lots of insight here. Great writing.


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