Here’s hoping those of you who celebrate Halloween enjoyed the most entertaining kind of creepy on Monday night. As for us, my daughter was bound and determined to present herself as a double-A battery, and by George, with a few pieces of black bristol board, aluminum foil and about sixteen rolls of packing tape, she actually pulled it off (although Grandpa insists his granddaughter is no less than a triple-A).
As if we aren’t already suffering from extreme candy hangover, my friend Benita has an extra-sweet story to share. Benita lives on a high-traffic trick-or-treating route, so she typically buys enough candy to satisfy about 300 little spooks. When the stock is depleted, the house lights go out.
Thus by 8:00 p.m. on Monday night, my friend was down to the dregs of the candy bowl. And that’s when a large group of costumed kids trooped up to her front door for their handout.
Benita was forced to explain that she had only five chocolate bars left; after an impressive scrimmage, more than a few disappointed kids left empty-handed.
“Once everyone had cleared the area, there was still a little girl standing on my steps,” says Benita. “She was only about four years old, so I thought she had not understood.” Benita bent down, apologized and gently explained that she was all out of candy.
Instead of retreating down the driveway or, worse, bursting into tears, this little sugar plum took Benita by surprise. She opened her candy bag, pulled out one of her own treats, and magnanimously handed it over it to my friend.
“You don’t have to do that!” cried Benita, astonished.
“That’s okay,” said the girl, “because I have lots.”
That single Halloween moment has stayed with my friend all week. “Imagine what the world would be like if we all shared what we have lots of?” Benita says.
“That little girl touched my heart.”