I usually write at a coffee shop in Jamaica Plain in the morning.Thre is an older man( how can I call anyone older)who is there every morning. I always cheerfully say hello to him but he never responds. Yesterday a little boy sat near him and kept saying hello. After about five minutes he responded and said hello back. His smile was so different than the dour face that he has evidenced for months.I after watching the interaction with the little boy moved to sit as his long table and for the first time he spoke to me. He has encountered many difficulties over the past year. His wife died and he suffered significant medical issues. We chatted for almost an hour, and I am sure that the ice has been broken thanks to that wonderful little boy.