I was at home trying to rest after a long day of treatment at the Saints Cancer Center, when I heard a young child crying. I looked outside and saw a child, not more than three years old, walking up and down the street wailing. I took the child’s hand, gave him a hug, and told him we would go find his Mommy. I knew he had just moved in a few houses down from mine about two weeks previously, so he must have decided to go on an adventure and check out his new surroundings. The poor kid was so sad, and the mother was terrified. When I came around the driveway, she hugged the child and me, and thanked me profusely. As a parent of a very-active four year old, I know how fast they can be and just slip out of your sight. It’s pretty scary, so I am glad it was a happy ending. Now, whenever I! walk past the house with my dogs and my son, they all wave and smile happily to us. It’s nice to make a new friend!