Compassion flower

I was thinking about my sweet girl today. I remembered her compassion. That was something I learned about her this trip. As we were walking in Antigua, Flor would stick her little hand out and try and touch people as we passed. Of course, I discouraged her from doing it, but I watched as she watched the people go by. Lines were long outside of every bank because it was the last day of the month. A homeless lady walked up and started speaking incoherantly and Flor reached out to her. As we passed another man lying on the sidewalk, she looked at me with such compassion in her beautiful eyes and motioned for me to look at him. I knew she wanted to ask me why he was there all alone.

I was so impressed by my little girl's heart.