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WHEN PUSH CAME TO LOVE
My mom and I were eating lunch at one of the fast- food restaurants in our town. A small boy near us hopped down from where he sat with his mother. He ran to drop the remains of his dinner through the swinging lid of a trash can. Rather than returning to his seat, the boy stood there for nearly a minute, his eyes fixed directly ahead. His lips were moving in a silent reading until he abruptly snapped out of his trance and raced back to his mother. “Mom,” he said, pulling at her coat. “Mom!” She looked down, still eating, and mumbled, “Hmmm?” “I know how to spell garbage!” “Oh?” She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “How do you spell garbage?” The boy straightened his spine until he stood at perfect cub-scout attention and announced clearly, “P- U-S(ahhhh)-H! And that spells garbage.” He waited for his mother’s response. In seconds the woman…