Borrow a View, Build a Village

Borrow a View, Build a Village

I watched empathy in action before breakfast the other day when my son noticed that the last cinnamon granola bar—the one he and his sister both love—lay unclaimed on the counter. For a heartbeat he eyed it like a pirate with treasure, then without any prompting he snapped the bar in two and slid half onto her plate. “If I’d been the one who wanted it,” he whispered, “I’d hope somebody would share.” Nothing I could say about kindness would match…