This video makes my heart sing.
Once, after a couple of sleeping pills knocked me out on a long flight, I awoke to find myself resting on the rigid, bony shoulder of one of my fellow passengers: a young boy (no more than twelve years’ old). A small drool patch was beginning to form on his t-shirt. I remember thinking, underneath my mortification, how sweet it was that he didn’t shrug me off. He let me sleep… for God knows how long. Now, whenever I hear people complain about ‘kids nowadays’, I like to remember that one.