An Eight Year Old Entered A Bank Alone And Pulled Out Something No One Expected

that. “But I came anyway.”

“You did.”

He looked at the account form in front of him. “Can I name the account?”

The junior banker, who had been working quietly, looked up.

“You want to choose the name?” Margaret asked.

He nodded.

She slid the form across the desk and handed him a pen.

He took it with both hands and bent over the paper. He wrote slowly, pressing continue reading …