Last weekend, I took my 92-year-old dad to the mall for new shoes. After shopping, we grabbed a bite in the food court and sat next to a teenager with hair spiked in bright, wild colors. My dad watched quietly, fascinated, not judging. The teen noticed and finally asked, teasingly, “What’s the matter, sir? Never done anything fun?”
Dad smiled calmly and said, “I didn’t have colorful hair, but I tried to brighten the world with kindness, respect, and joy. It’s great that you express yourself through color, but the brightest thing you can share is your character.”
The boy paused, then nodded and whispered, “Thank you.” Dad returned to his meal as if nothing had happened, leaving me amazed at how quietly wisdom can leave a lasting impact.
