My Pal Isaiah


Isaiah is quite the kid. At the ripe ol’ age of three, he has developed the perfect perspective on life.
Give the kid a shovel and he’ll dig like a coal miner.

Give the kid a dinosaur and he’ll be able to run off a list of every one of its extinct family members.

Give the boy a model car and he becomes a 1957 Chevy with all the sights and sounds.

Give the fellow rice and dall. Please.

Hold him in your lap and he will lean toward your head and whisper in your ear.

When you see him from a distance, his face lights up and he comes running, hugging your legs with all his might.
There aren’t very many young men like him. Perhaps some day in the future you will get to meet him yourself.

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