A little over a year ago I took my son, Isaiah, to an event
on campus.
If I remember correctly, we arrived a few minutes after the
scheduled start time; things were still getting set up.
We stood in line at a table providing crushed ice and cotton
candy; the cotton candy machine wasn’t fully warmed up and ready.
We were in a line that wasn’t open yet, and we were at the
end of that line, so we waited.
We saw people coming to the shaved ice line, getting their
refreshment, and going along their way.
And still we waited.
This was only about four minutes but to Isaiah it was
painfully long.
