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Their Kids

Sun, 7 Oct 2012, 08:13 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

He leads a team. She’s a contractor on it. They were talking in an office behind a closed glass door. But their meeting was over, and they slide back the door as they walked out into the big room with the rest of us.

“How old are your kids,” he asked her.

She smiled at the question. “Fourteen,” she said.

He smiled broadly. “Mine are four and almost two.”

It was then that his face really lit up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He swiped in once and held it out. 

She took it and looked at the pictures of his children, and she said something back.

He nodded and chuckled and took back his phone. She sat down at her desk. He walked around to the other side and sat down at his. And they got back to work.

This is an amazing place. I told my mom once that when I took this job that I had died and gone to heaven. It’s true. Every day I find another reason why it’s true.

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