My mother in law, who is now 96, loves the book sales our library holds twice a year.

She takes her little book bag and fills it with some of the oddest titles but she enjoys them all and I'm happy to take her.

Last year we were there and it was vey crowded. Somehow she and I got separated. I knew she would be ok on her own, she's completely mobile and able to handle herself well in crowds so I let her do her thing and I did my thing, thinking when we crossed paths I could help her with her books.

When I finally found her, there was a young boy, perhaps 12 years old, patiently holding her book bag as well as a second bag she was filling. She was poking through a box of books as they cheerfully chatted away.

I introduced myself and told the boy I could hold her bags now. He said he could do it and carry them to the checkout for her.

It just made my day to watch a kid step up and help someone. I don't know his parents but I wish I could thank them for raising such a great kid.