After dinner my mom and I began talking about growing up in DC and she told me the most amazing story about Dr. Fauci.

My father passed away in 2001. My youngest brother was 14. He grew up to become a good baseball player. His senior year my mom would go to every game. /1

At one game she sat next to a nice man who introduced himself as Anthony Fauci. He asked my mom if she had a son on the baseball team. She said yes and pointed to my brother. He then asked if my dad came to the games. She explained that he had passed away a few years ago. /2

After that game Dr. Fauci attended as many games as possible, each time cheering for my brother as if he was his own son. When my brother made a good play, Dr. Fauci would congratulate my mom. When my brother got a hit, Dr. Fauci’s cheers were eclipsed only by my mom’s. /3

This. This is what kindness looks like. This is what life should be. This is what we need more of. Thank you Dr. Fauci.

And good night moon. /end