I was in the schoolyard when the bell rang. A little boy in my daughter's JK class started running to get in line. He tripped and fell. He was crying because he'd skinned his knee. His parents must have left or were far away, because no one was comforting him. So I went over to him and rubbed his back.
When he looked at his knee and saw a little bit of blood, he became even more upset. I said encouragingly, "You'll be okay."
He looked up at me and choked through his sobs, "But what if I'm not okay?"
It broke my heart. Instantly I assured him that I knew he would be okay, that I was positive.
That seemed to make him feel better. I passed him along into his teacher's hands and went on to work, thinking sometimes we all need someone to let us know we'll be okay.