by Ariane de Bonvoisin I have a son called Everest, who has proudly just turned 5. (And started Kindergarten he would add!) Nothing however makes him more happy, excited and I guess proud of his blossoming relationship with the elders he sees in his New York city neighborhood. It all started one day when he was walking home from his martial arts class, still in uniform, and noticed an old man with a walker, walking I might add, very slowly. Everest said “Hi”. The man didn’t hear or notice this tiny human, so Everest tried again, this time a little…
