<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> CHICKEN SOUP DAILY SERVING: <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I looked up. By Jim Warda I took my son to the doctor because he wasn't feeling well. In the waiting room, I tried to get him to smile but he didn't have much energy, which had me worried. Then again, when it comes to my children, I always worry. If they run around crazily, I worry that they'll fall. If they sleep more than usual, I check to make sure that they're still breathing. Yes, I worry. But, worrying comes with the territory. In fact, as soon as a baby is born, I believe something happens in a parent's cells, where a worrying gene is awakened and begins to mutate. So, there I sat, mutating, holding my son, imagining that what was probably a cold might actually be something worse. But, then I looked up, straight into the eyes of another man holding his daughter, looking every bit as worried. Which is exactly the point. You see, I had felt alone. But, in one moment, with one look, I was suddenly connected. Though this other man and I never spoke, I swear I knew exactly what he was feeling. And, I'm guessing that seeing me had the same effect on him. So often, we feel like no one can possibly understand what's hidden in our heart. Surrounded by the night and the trees when even the light from a television through the window of a stranger's house would make us feel better. But, we feel the same feelings, just at different times. And, we go through similar moments, just on different days. Afterwards, after we found out that my son did indeed simply have a cold, he demanded two suckers. As I paid the bill, I looked for the other man, hoping his daughter was fine. But he wasn't there. Yet, he's still with me. Always will be. «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«