That was the only time I looked away. Only one.
Malakai, my four-year-old, was apparently watching cartoons while I was inside folding clothes. I assumed the front door was locked. As it happens, it wasn’t completely fastened. And he took a “walk” in his favorite blue slides while holding his toy animal under one arm.
My heart was about to burst from my chest as I yelled his name down the block after realizing he was gone.
I was unaware that a deputy had already seen him, strolling casually down the sidewalk as though he had an important place to be. He claimed that Malakai informed him, “I’m going to get Mommy a donut.”
The deputy remained calm. It was not reported as negligence by him. He avoided posing queries that seemed like pitfalls.
Simply getting down on his knees next to my infant, he inquired about the plush dog and walked with him while making him giggle.
Five minutes later, I received the call.
They were already laughing together as I hurried there, gasping and in tears. Malakai was holding a juice pouch that the deputy had given him, and he was gripping his toy tightly.
The officer then asked me an unexpected question.
Not about how it occurred. Not our house.
However, I said, “Ma’am, does your son always take such initiative to help others?” and my voice caught in my throat.
I was surprised by his query because that wasn’t what I anticipated from a badge-bearer. The majority of people would have immediately assumed I was a bad parent or begun to wonder why my child was out on his own. However, rather than pointing fingers, this man—Deputy Rodriguez, based on his nametag—seemed really interested in learning about Malakai’s motivations.
Still recovering my breath, I nodded. Indeed, he is constantly attempting to help others. With tears in my eyes, I said, “Sometimes too much.” My father passed away two years ago, but my young kid got his big heart from him. Since then, Malakai has made it her mission to fill every gap—if nothing else, with kindness.
Deputy Rodriguez gave Malakai a kind grin. “Well, young man, you really are a helper. Are you aware of the location of the closest doughnut shop?
With a serious shake of his head, Malakai said, “But I can find it!”
Though my nerves were still jangled, this conversation greatly reduced the strain. Even though I appreciated Deputy Rodriguez’s composed manner, I was partially expecting an official follow-up, possibly a visit from Child Protective Services. But nobody showed up. Deputy Rodriguez instead gave me a card with his contact details and stated, “Please don’t hesitate to get in touch if you need anything at all.”
Over the course of the following weeks, life resumed its hectic yet tolerable pattern. But the episode stayed with me—not because I was afraid of the consequences, but rather because Deputy Rodriguez’s generosity piqued my interest. His strategy brought back memories of my late husband’s hometown community police stories. Instead of inciting distrust and animosity, it was meant to promote cooperation and trust between locals and police enforcement.
These ideas motivated me to make cookies one Saturday morning using a recipe my spouse cherished. We made enough cookies for ourselves and as a little gesture to establish bridges within our community, including dropping some off to the local police station, with Malakai excitedly helping (and sampling).
Deputy Rodriguez happened to be on duty when we got there. When he saw us, he smiled broadly and knew Malakai right away. “Ah, the courageous adventurer is back!” he cried, bending to tousle Malakai’s hair. This time, Malakai proudly displayed the cookie box rather than leaving empty-handed.
“These are for you,” he said with assurance. “Thank you for being kind to me, Mommy says.”
Deputy Rodriguez warmly received the present, touched by the gesture and the sentiment behind it. He encouraged us to attend an upcoming department-sponsored community event—an open house designed to improve relationships between officers and civilians via shared activities and conversation—after we had a brief conversation on random acts of kindness and their effects.
The event day arrived earlier than anticipated. It was held in the park next to the station and included everything from K-9 unit demonstrations to face painting. Families mixed easily with uniformed staff, and there was no sense of anxiety in the conversations that took place. I felt hopeful and appreciative as I saw Malakai engage with several cops, including Deputy Rodriguez, in a joyful manner.
In a silence, Deputy Rodriguez came up to me once more. He said carefully, “You know, your son has taught me something that I can use.” We frequently prioritize rules and procedures over compassion, which should come first. Perhaps more of us require Malakai’s reminders to look past titles and uniforms.
His remarks struck a profound chord. Moments of true connection contrast sharply with backgrounds of mistrust and misunderstanding in a society where divisions appear to be greater than ever. This man’s work inevitably put him in positions of power, and he chose empathy above protocol—not because he had to, but because he thought it was important.
Thinking back on this event reaffirmed a value I hold dear: Never undervalue the impact of small deeds of kindness. Every action helps to weave stronger threads into the fabric of society, whether it’s making cookies for strangers who become friends or showing grace in trying times.
I’ll give you this challenge: Take a look at your own neighborhoods. Look for ways to close gaps, no matter how tiny they may appear at first. Because occasionally, one person’s decision to act differently can spark far more significant change than initially thought.
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I appreciate you reading, and keep in mind that every act of kindness matters.