I was waiting outside the corner store, scrolling mindlessly on my phone, when I noticed this little kid—couldn’t have been older than seven—walking across the parking lot.
At first, I figured he was just tagging along with someone, but he didn’t seem to be with anyone.
What caught my attention wasn’t just how small he looked standing there in his scuffed-up sneakers—it was who he walked up to.
Three police officers were gathered near their cruisers, chatting, sipping coffees.
You know how people usually give them a wide berth, especially around here.
But this boy?
He walked straight up, chin lifted like he had something important to say.
I stopped scrolling.
I couldn’t hear everything, but I saw him tug gently on the sleeve of one of the officers.
They all looked down, surprised, and leaned in.
Then the boy folded his hands together, closed his eyes, and—I swear—started praying out loud for them.
It wasn’t showy. It wasn’t rehearsed. Just this soft little voice saying something about keeping them safe, about their families, about “being kind.”
One of the officers knelt down to his level.
Another wiped at his eye like maybe something blew in it. They looked… stunned. Like no one knew how to react.
And right when I thought maybe his mom or dad would come running over, maybe to explain—nobody did.
No one seemed to know where the boy had come from.
But after the prayer, he thanked them, turned around, and walked off toward the far side of the lot, like he had somewhere else to be.
I stood there wondering if I should follow, maybe figure out who he was or if he needed help.
But before I could move, the sound of car doors slamming snapped me out of my thoughts.
The officers were still standing there, watching the child’s small form disappear behind a row of parked cars. I could see them exchange looks, almost like they were asking each other, “What just happened?”
I decided to walk around the building to see if I could find the kid. It’s not every day you see a little guy that brave, and something about him tugged at me.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
