Glowstick
August 2, 2010“I don’t even know how to use this,” he said, taking the glowstick from my hand.
“You don’t have to know,” I said. “You just have to dance.”
He nodded and took the lit plastic, wielding it like a robot until he passed it back.
“Thank you,” he said. And then he disappeared into the jostling crowd. For a moment, I was sorry to see him go.
100 Proof 
You could have taught him to dance and changed his life.
Querulous Squirrel, indeed…but it turned out not to be the case.