World events these past few days left me utterly distraught and in search of a hero. He or she was not to be found on the world stage dominated by villains and cowards, but from where we have breakfast at the hotel.

The young boy entertains himself in the most endearing way. A few days ago, we saw him toss a coin into the air and run after it when it landed. He played by himself for at least 30 minutes.

This morning, he contemplated jumping from the ledge for some time. I grabbed my camera hoping to record his first flight. “Tear Up This Town” by Keane was playing. Right after the line “Oh it takes time, Learning to fly” the boy jumped as though he could hear it. Once he landed, he got up to do it again and again; each time more confidently. My young hero brought me to tears.