Last night while walking down a dark, dusty road, I heard the whispers of a child. I looked up to see a young boy somewhere between the age of nine or ten. He was walking in small circles within the confines of a gated courtyard chanting verses from a well-worn book.
When he saw me looking through the metal divide he stopped…but only for a moment. Smiled. Then returned to his starlit journey.
Our brief exchange reminded me of how rare this degree of discipline and commitment is at any age. In this case, a young ancient.