If you read my latest blog on Friday, it was quite evident that my patience for selfishness is minimal. Especially regarding kids.
So today, I was pleasantly surprised at an Easter Egg Hunt at Gifford Park in the heart of Omaha. While hundreds of kids waited, a team of adults cut boxes, organized candy, and positioned eggs throughout the park.
Those not assigned to these tasks were handing out donated toothbrushes to the kids and their families, families whose ethnicities and languages were as varied as their Easter basket colors.
At high noon, the “hunt” started. However, “hunt” is a curious word to describe the particular scene that ensued. Those beings who, just minutes prior, appeared to look like kids and their parents now more resembled a swarm of smiling locusts. What I thought would be a 10 to 20 minute affair was finished in less than 2 minutes.
My daughter Madeline, another one of the locusts, also grinned her way to capturing a small handful of eggs and other goodies while my wife Laura and I traded between cameras.
It was the second Easter egg hunt we had witnessed of the day, and it wasn’t much different than the first. A small group of adults went out of their way for a large group of kids so that they could have a good time in nature.
And this simple act helped me regain just a little confidence in the human race. Some particular humans (refer to yesterday’s blog), not so much. But our overall species, I think we’ll be okay.