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fun assignment -- to draw a picture of something for which they were
thankful.
Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher
gave her class a
fun assignment -- to draw a picture of something for which they were
thankful.
Most of the class might be considered economically
disadvantaged,
but still many would celebrate the holiday with tasty foods and fruits
of the season. All the pupils drew beautiful pictures.
but still many would celebrate the holiday with tasty foods and fruits
of the season. All the pupils drew beautiful pictures.
But Douglas made a different kind of
picture. Douglas was a different
kind of boy. He was the teacher's true child. As other children played
at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could
only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.
kind of boy. He was the teacher's true child. As other children played
at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could
only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.
Yes, his picture was different. When asked
to draw a picture of
something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else.
Just an empty hand.
something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else.
Just an empty hand.
His abstract image captured the
imagination of his peers. Whose hand
could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because
farmers raise paddy. Another suggested a police officer, because the
police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand
of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went -- until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.
could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because
farmers raise paddy. Another suggested a police officer, because the
police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand
of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went -- until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.
When the children had gone on to other
assignments, she paused at
Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was.
Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was.
The little boy looked away and murmured,
"It's yours, teacher."
He recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here
or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand, Douglas, we will go outside." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together."
He recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here
or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand, Douglas, we will go outside." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together."
Douglas said "In my life, Im always
thankful to you, teacher."
Wiping her tears, she hugged Douglas.
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