He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother

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This little boy, our grandson Mackinley, has a very special heart.   He is easily "touched" by the plight of others and innately feels empathy.

I know I'm biased, but I think he exhibits concern for others to a far greater degree than do most other children his age.
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This is Chase, a little 3 year old family friend who needs to be "looked out for" by one of the older kids whenever the two families get together.

Mackinley never groans, never complains, and never shirks away from the "little kid."  Instead he willingly assumes responsibility and in so doing becomes the perfect role model.

Perhaps the following words by Bobby Scott and Bob Russell say it best:

He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
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So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
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For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

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If I'm laden at all
THEN I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

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It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
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And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

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He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

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