“Today I want to share something that happened a few years ago on Halloween. I was home on duty at the door. The little goblin, princess, vampire, and ghost traffic was just becoming steady. You know, the time that the door barely closes before the bell rings again followed by an anxious “trick or treat!” said more like a demand than a simple question. The grocery bags and pillow cases were about half full of candy ranging from sugar flavored candy corn to packets of soon to be warm apple cider.
We all know that Halloween is a night full of pranks, some harmless, others that can seem to scar for life. That Halloween I saw something just plain rude. A group of “older kids”, you know, the kids that don’t stop their candy hunt until way after the ABC Halloween special is over. Or until the bag of candy is too heavy to carry to the next door. Those kids. Well, I saw a group of them, right as I opened the door in reply to the doorbell, corner a little pumpkin clad girl and sharp fanged boy that were too young and too little to protect themselves. The bullies demanded that they give up their candy. Before even giving them a chance to submit, the bullies grabbed the bags and began to run. I yelled after them, but it was too late. They were halfway around the block.
Shocked after what I had just seen, I turned my attention to the crying duo that had just lost all of their candy. Another “older kid” had watched the assault and, like me, was too late to do something about the thieves. I watched this boy walk over to the shocked and crushed kids. Then he performed a simple gesture that meant the world to those kids. He told them not to worry about what had happened. That those kids were just bullies and didn’t know how to be nice. Then he handed them his candy and told them to split it evenly. The sad faces and tears changed immediately into smiles.
I was so impressed by that young hero. He really knew how to “treat” strangers. He knew how to live the Golden Rule.”